Chapter 31: Prejudice

Lu Zhengqi seemed to return from joy to his usual composure. A trace of a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his eyes, and he turned hurriedly, striding toward the meeting room.

Feng Xu nodded slowly, watching the hurried footsteps vanish into the hallway, his earlier expression now devoid of any trace of shame.

“Perhaps I was mistaken,” Feng Xu sighed. In the past…

“Hey, I’ve noticed something,” Xiao Wei, always keen to spot a ‘major’ issue, spoke up loudly. “It used to be that military drills were never announced in advance—so why were we told about it today?”

It was 10:47 p.m., and Mi Lan, Tang Muyang, and Zuo Lun were seated on the chairs outside the operating room.

Li Bin easily caught up to Lu Xu, struck him with a palm, sending him flying a hundred feet before he crashed violently against the stone wall of the valley, his body reduced to a mangled heap of flesh and blood.

They don’t like me; every time they see me, they glare. So, I don’t like them either. I often play tricks on them, cause them trouble, and throw the Spirit Clan into utter chaos and unrest.

“Master Li, don’t listen to that old scoundrel. He’s just pretending to be pitiful for sympathy—utterly shameless!” Leng Feng clearly did not agree at all with what Qing Yunzi had said.

How could Ziling fail to notice the intense turmoil in Gao Zhan’s heart right now? She was born under the auspices of heaven and earth, so how could a mere domain like the Tumai Continent hope to confine her?

“Why? How would I know? And what good would it do him?” He Jin could not understand.

“Thank you for the praise, Lord Xie,” Sun Ce replied, basking in the glory of Cao Cao’s commendation. Sun Jian also nodded with a smile.

Cai Yan did indeed stop. She gripped Liu Fan’s arm, no longer weeping, though she was still sniffling, pitiful and fragile. Only then did Liu Fan raise his head and glance around. The other four wives and concubines were all staring at this celestial couple before them with a mix of envy and wistfulness.

“So that’s it. No wonder so few can break through to the Soul-Merging stage,” Feng Yuan murmured, her brow slightly furrowed, a hint of gravity in her eyes.

As Skinny Monkey’s gaze lingered on Han Qianyu and the bald man on the ground, he suddenly realized Cui Hao had appeared out of thin air before him.

Mu Chen looked at Su Xin curled up in his arms, his heart softened. The corners of his lips lifted, and he nuzzled her head with his chin, letting her cling to him as she wished.

“Yun Jingfan, don’t get cocky. From now on, I won’t give you another chance,” Qin Buhui declared.

“General Ji, don’t listen to this man’s nonsense. If you capture Han Qianyu today, I’ll have my father record a great merit for you when I return home,” Liang Feng whispered close to Ji Lingfei’s ear.

The servant took out a handkerchief and wiped the table spotlessly clean, then laid a fresh one over it, placing the plates on top with an unusual air of formality and respect.

The moment Feng Guo entered the restaurant, Wang Rou had already noticed him. She regarded her fiancé with utter disdain, seeing him as all bark and no bite. If it weren’t for her father’s constant pressure, their engagement would have long since faded into oblivion.

With his companions in tow, Feng Guo strode over, brimming with anger. His demeanor made it obvious he did not come with good intentions, drawing curious glances from those around.

After giving her instructions, she quietly pushed open the half-closed back door and walked straight into the courtyard, sticking close to the wall as she made her way toward what looked like a bedroom. By some stroke of luck, she didn’t encounter a single soul along the way and slipped smoothly into Young Master An’s bedchamber.

Su Xin regretted her careless words, realizing she hadn’t considered how they might hurt Su Zi. Seeing Su Zi’s self-mocking, sorrowful smile, Su Xin felt a heavy pang of guilt.

Her parents, usually indifferent to such things, suddenly asked about the trending topic, catching Fu Rongyu completely off guard.

In just a few breaths, Lin Xiaoyao’s soul form had already reconstituted its skeletal structure.