Chapter 50: Is He Really Going to Abandon Her?
“My uncle has kept this matter under tight wraps,” Shen Yue said with a half-smile, “but as far as I know, that’s not really his style.”
Xu Yu felt her heart leap to her throat.
She curved her lips in a slight smile, her gaze flickering. “Is that so? I haven’t had any dealings with him myself, so I wouldn’t know.”
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Ye Han was struck by a wave of dread. Instinctively, he looked down from above at the entire royal city. In that instant, he could not help but shudder—across the vast Canglei Royal City, countless citizens surged like waves, filling every corner, wandering restlessly to and fro.
As the night deepened, the number of customers at the barbecue stalls swelled, and the surrounding area grew increasingly lively and noisy.
This saber-toothed boar was not only massive in size, but also sported two sword-like tusks at the corners of its mouth. Its bristling hair stood up like steel needles, and its jet-black skin was thick and rough, as if clad in formidable armor.
Or perhaps its aura was not strong, but its essence was powerful—like a young dragon possessing the majesty of its kind, yet not enough to intimidate truly formidable foes. The present situation was much the same.
With Fang Qingshan’s talent and his own formidable foundation, it was a union of strengths. Even if there were signs of rejection between them, time would eventually harmonize the two. With the passage of years, even if there was some mutual offsetting, their combined strength would only deepen his foundation.
Setting his wine cup back on the table, Lin Yifeng gazed out the window. At some point, dusk had surrendered completely to night.
Especially since the aura of this Heavenly Lord crackled with a potent demonic presence, it was clear this was no virtuous character. For a time, the entire Grand World of Xuanhuang was shrouded in unease.
The demon princess Binglan finally broke free from Ye Han’s restraint, seized the Heart of the Demon Moon in one hand, and with the other, swung her fist straight at Ye Han.
Yet, after the cataclysmic war that ended the Ancient Immortal Era, many orthodoxies were wiped out; the Ten Great Ferocities of antiquity were nearly eradicated, teetering on the brink of extinction. The once-common treasures and techniques of the Ten Ferocities became scarce and precious—even Immortal Kings coveted them in vain.
They answered only to Pan Zhen’an; save for the emperor and Pan Zhen’an himself, no one could command them. Thus they had no reason to heed Yao Chuxi.
It was not that Gengzi and Huzi were particularly close; anyone who could climb to this position and still be so reckless would have died a thousand deaths by now.
The expression on his face shifted from shock, to awe, to confusion, and finally settled into numbness.
She was flustered for a moment, but quickly calmed herself. So what if they knew? What was done was done.
The white-robed man’s scorn made the faces of the two Sword Sect disciples flush scarlet. They had walked the Kunlun Immortal Realm for ages, and never before had anyone dared show such disrespect to the Sword Sect.
No one had ever treated her this way before. In the Huangfu household, not a single servant would pledge their life for her, yet this stranger was willing to risk death on her behalf.
On the left side of Wang Mu’s neck, an enchanting flower-shaped birthmark was emerging. Composed of twelve elliptical petals, the resplendent mark formed a perfect circle, stamped clearly on his skin.
Du Yu, trembling with excitement, cradled the Ming Xuande incense burner in his arms and examined it closely. Only the Palace Museum in the capital held such a piece; Du Yu had visited before, and from the outside, this bronze vessel bore a remarkable resemblance to the one in the museum.
After walking a while longer, I realized something was off—Yan Qing was moving far too slowly, unlike her usual self. At this hour, she’d normally be making crude jokes if no one was around, yet now she simply panted as she kept up with me, which was wholly unlike her.