Chapter Seventy-Two: Elder Sister

Early in the morning, Lu Yamei was already waiting in front of the old lady. The old lady sipped her tea and asked, "Why are you here so early?"

Twisting her handkerchief, Lu Yamei smiled, "I heard that Second Sister's face has healed, so I thought I'd bring her over to keep her company."

Seeing the old lady engrossed in her tea, with not the slightest response, she pouted and pleaded, "Grandmother, you promised, you can't go back on your word!"

The old lady snorted, casting her a sidelong glance, "Tell the truth."

As expected, she couldn't fool the old lady. Lu Yamei's expression faltered, her spirits dampened, and she dropped her smile. "That woman came to the house and caused a scene again yesterday. I felt suffocated staying at home, so I came early to clear my mind, and thought I'd bring Second Sister with me."

Barren mountains and wild rivers, dead and silent, the acrid smell of sulfur seemed almost to corrode holes in one's lungs. Everywhere one looked, centipedes thick as bowls, venomous pythons as large as basins, all manner of poisonous frogs, scorpions, and strange wild beasts roamed.

"Boss, there's no escape anyway. Let's do it!" A comrade, nicknamed Wild Dog, stepped forward. Seeing real gold and silver before them, they had no resistance left. In the Dragon Fight Empire, fighters' words were law; as the direct grandson of the city's chief, he certainly wouldn't lie.

After learning that Gao He intended to entrust the Jinpeng Group to him, Lin Jingyi shook his head.

From the darkness came a series of thudding sounds, lasting nearly as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea, before finally quieting down, leaving only the sound of someone's labored, bellows-like breathing.

Zhang Lie, wearing a wry smile, seemed less restless upon seeing Lin Yun. Looking up at the sky, he saw the blazing sun at its zenith—when daylight was at its strongest, righteousness flourished, evil fled, and no ghost could trespass. Yet the shade-covered town before him gave him an oddly cool sensation.

The Monkey King had inherited Qin Bai's memories and knowledge, and the "Nine Dragons Compete for the Throne" was a family heirloom passed down through generations in the Qin clan, so he naturally knew how to handle it.

What surprised people most was the headmaster's address, "Brother Gu Jiuzhen." This undoubtedly signified that rebuilding Purple Bamboo Peak was no longer possible, and Gu Jiuzhen would likely be favored by the sect, gaining a prominent place among the elders of Mount Shu.

Some say the best way to forget a romance is to start a new one, but it is not so easily done.

Yu Xuzi immediately gave the order to stand guard and remain inside, to observe the situation. When the army gathered and the sages arrived, then they would make their plans.

Setting down the empty wine cup, the ordinary young man listened to the mercenaries' guesses, then suddenly interjected.

She handed different drinks and wines to Shu Yan based on the guests' needs, proceeding smoothly. The customs here never made things difficult for the bride, much less for the bridesmaid.

A shrill scream pierced the wind and rain. Two trembling figures broke through the mud, splashing water as they raced to Meng Ao's coffin.

Later, Li Yingxue made some adjustments to her clothes—the skirt was not as long as before. With practice, she gradually became accustomed to it.

"Ah, it's a little short," Li Si sighed, then assigned tasks to the ghost servants.

Li Si stretched out his hand to grasp, and all the Chitauri felt themselves seized by invisible hands. Under terrifying pressure, they had no resistance and were crushed into pulp.

The man withdrew from the room. The attendants behind him switched off the main lights, leaving only a few dim colored lamps, then closed the door and followed him out.

After her "death," the ones who grieved were her grandparents and brother. Even her fiancé, the Prince Qi, though knowing she was gone, still found time to cover up the shameful affairs of his maternal family.

He had originally intended to pay respects to his grandmother, but unexpectedly found a guest in her pavilion. Overhearing their conversation by the window, he learned that his grandmother and Duke Qing had been friends many years ago.

Even though Chen Rui was confident that he surpassed Yan Fei in both heritage and temperament, he had to concede defeat in matters of fortune.

Shen Wan leaned against the ancient pear tree's gnarled trunk, blood pouring from her mouth as she gazed at the two figures ahead, her consciousness gradually fading.