Volume 1, Chapter 64: Assign more people, doesn't it make no difference who does the killing?

"We've eaten about enough, I should be heading back. Do take care of yourself on the way."

Wang Jie and Feng Qingyang also set off, stepping through the city gate. As they walked down the main street, they noticed a crowd gathered not far away, seemingly engaged in a heated discussion.

"I am deeply grateful to have survived under the protection of the First Prince. I shall toast the First Prince first, considering it an honor that he deigns to grant me this face." Seeing Jin Se act thus, Zhongli Shuo chuckled, reached out to take the cup, and drained it in one gulp.

"Treating me to a meal? That depends entirely on the capacity in which you are inviting me," Ye Feng smiled at Mo Wen.

I am willing to sink into the lowest hell for eternity. I want you to repay me in this lifetime for everything I have lost; I want to see you plummet from the highest peak, and I want to make you regret this bitterly.

Xuan Ming naturally knew that Jin Se was deliberately provoking the First Prince, but such a blatant and direct confrontation would likely make their situation even more perilous. Involuntarily, Xuan Ming tugged at the hem of Jin Se's garment. Jin Se glanced at him sideways, her gaze conveying a clear message: to let him rest assured.

"As long as you don't mind our humble fare, you are welcome at any time," Zhao Guodong said with a warm smile.

After all the dragon clan managers had arrived, a ripple traversed the space, and two more aged figures emerged. Their faces were etched with deep wrinkles, and they appeared exceedingly ancient—evidently beings of the very same tier as Long Ao.

"Chief, no matter how I look at that Cockscomb Rock, something feels off." At this moment, Night Shadow and the others were positioned on the flank of the steep slope mentioned by Yang Dashan, perfectly positioned to overlook the entire Cockscomb Rock.

His walking stick and Zhao Guodong's clothes were stained with some unknown substance. The lens of the flashlight in his other hand was chipped, and his face was bruised and battered—Zhao Guodong had taken a fall.

"No need! I can manage myself." Recalling the stains all over the bed, Yu Fu hastily tried to step forward on her own.

Equally, no one noticed that atop the ramparts of Pyongyang, a pair of eyes brimming with sullen malice were locked fiercely onto the Ninefold Imperial Envoy's staff.

Downstairs, before long, many patrons gathered to join in the excitement. Amidst the overlapping chatter, the news spread rapidly, leaving everyone curious as to whether the long-closed Fair-Judgment Pond still retained any efficacy.

If, if only there were a chance, I would truly love to call out your name, and hear you speak mine in return.

Lin Yi slightly altered the eventual fates of Mr. Sang and Mr. Liu; after all, those two sworn brothers had ultimately turned against each other in bitter enmity, an omen far too inauspicious for a pair of newly sworn brothers like themselves.

Leng Qi cupped his hands together to accept the silver coins and hurried home. As he passed the doorway of Boss Ka's house, he caught sight of two dark, human-shaped silhouettes on the ground.

After all, judging by the current pace, it merely slowed the mountain flood-dragon's rate of dying and could not completely resolve the crisis.

Ye Chen retrieved a man-sized corpse-eating flower from his Qiankun pouch, plucked a single petal from it, and then tossed the flower back into the pouch.

The crowd thus escaped calamity by a hair's breadth, yet only then did they realize that friend and foe alike had long since become inextricably entangled together in the waters by the river's edge.

A moment later, Liu Ying lowered his head, his spine-chilling gaze locking intently upon the direction of Changling, hidden far to the north of Chang'an beyond even the trace of a silhouette.

"Tell a story?!" Everyone exchanged blank glances, utterly bewildered as to what had come over Ye Feng. Could it be that he was so furious he had lost his mind?!

"He has already sacrificed so much for me, I want to make some changes for him as well," Wu Ming said with a faint smile, her face radiant with happiness. Indeed, she deserved to be happy; she had found a man willing to break ties with his own family for her sake.