Chapter 35: Visiting
“Yes, we absolutely cannot agree to this.”
“This fellow is nothing but a scourge.”
“Get out, get out! You still have the nerve to come to the hospital? I bet you’re the one who orchestrated all this!”
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The crowd raged like beans roasting in a hot pan, fierce and furious...
It wasn’t just the dust and acrid smoke; the oxygen depleted by the burning reaction made breathing agony.
But reality delivered him a harsh slap—Edward’s figure burst out from the black smoke, enduring a barrage of attacks as he pressed forward. Though the barrier of holy light around him was on the verge of collapse, the cracks continually mended themselves, never allowing the relentless assaults to shatter it.
In a sense, our hostility was something I forced step by step. Our shared fate as spirit-born children of the Flower and Water, inherently imbalanced, had shaped everything that followed.
In the North American market, shipments went smoothly enough, but the time was too short to completely offload all the goods.
The reason was simple: once humans began cultivating and breaking through their limits, they became an entirely different species, merely cloaked in human skin.
A simple banquet was held in the plaza amidst the ruins of the collapsed palace. Edward and his companions were lauded and revered by everyone; people would rather go hungry themselves than offer their share of food to these powerful protectors, seeking shelter beneath their strength.
Leaving the Duke Xue’s mansion, Pei Min went directly home. He wasn’t in a hurry to deal with the Savoy matter; his plan was to lock up the merchant from Byzantium for a few days, let him suffer a bit, and make things easier to handle.
Qian Mimi completely ignored Wu Xuzi, focusing intently on Master Yan. After all, she never expected him to be a benevolent soul. In any case, Qian Mimi could not detect any sincerity beneath his mask of false kindness.
Buddhism and Daoism are incompatible; Ye Fashan harbored hostility even toward genuine monks, much less toward Hui Fan, a soiled and impure foreign monk. Seeing him bully her friend, she exploded in rage and began to curse.
The rain beneath the sky seemed to be manipulated by invisible hands—suddenly it paused. In the next moment, a display unfolded soundlessly across the sky.
Perhaps the pain of parting awakened them; Qiang Hao and Xuan Yue snapped out of their soul separation, stunned by their surroundings, then shocked speechless by the boy’s tragic state.
A pair of sky-blue eyes brimmed with accusation. Snow-white fur quivered over a trembling mouth. “Mmm~” Bai Qiong let out a low, ambiguous growl, turning a fierce gaze on Captain Liu. Captain Liu remained unmoved, calmly regarding it; his years as a detective had not been in vain.
When breakfast came, Young Master Zhou kept his face dark, while Tang Wei snuck a smile, only to adopt a serious expression when Zhou glared at her. She’d smile again, he’d glare, and she’d become solemn once more.
After watching the video, viewers were shocked, yet couldn’t help but wonder—is this real?
The car screeched to a halt. Lan Linfeng gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring fixedly into the misty rain.
“Of course,” Gui Hai replied, brandishing his spear and sending arcs of fiery red shadows, striking a ready stance.
Li Fanqin’s singing was delicate—his rendition of ‘Porcelain Blue’ was especially graceful and lingering. By contrast, Tang Yuxuan’s performance was less impressive; her embellishments at the end of phrases and transitions were lacking, and her breathiness was quite noticeable.
Because the spiritual energy within him couldn’t sustain prolonged flight by sword, Lei Chen only circled the sky once before returning to Dalang Village. Yet as he approached the mountain summit, he sensed something amiss.