Volume 1, Chapter 65: Heading to the Northwest

"Has the Qin woman left?"
"She has," Bai Hong replied. "Not only did she leave by herself, but she also took Wen Yunwan with her."
"Didn't Xu Ming go with them?"
"Boss, it's been so long, and we haven't seen that guy step out of the Shrine of Light even once. Could it be that he's been cowering inside all this time? Are we just going to keep waiting like this?" Tian Tian complained inwardly to Tian Xin.
Regarding the "reforms" suddenly pushed forward by Luo Zhiyuan, Han Dajun and the others had nothing to say, because Luo Zhiyuan had handled every single aspect thoroughly without taking the opportunity to transfer or misappropriate shares of state-owned assets.
Heartless against Formless! Rain Butterfly's movements grew increasingly sluggish. Her body continuously performed various complex motions as powerful seals of the Dharma were born from her heart and formed by her flesh.
"Leaving you to spend your nights alone—do you find it extremely lonely and hard to bear?" He tilted his eyes slightly to glance at her uneasy self, thinking that her richly expressive face was somewhat endearing.
"That may be true, but if we cannot find something capable of subduing the divine bow Heaven-Shattering and Sun-Slaying in his possession, then the Six Paths of the Demonic Sect will never be able to hold their heads high before the Righteous Alliance. Considering how I, Dugu Ye, was imprisoned for a thousand years, my purpose here today is to destroy the Righteous Alliance. Am I simply to give up like this?" Dugu Ye asked, filled with reluctance and defiance.
"Who is it? Who dares to ruin my plans?" Seeing that someone had secretly intercepted his black beam of light-arrow, the Silver Snake Envoy gazed coldly into the void and demanded.
His expression shifting slightly, Yuan Fu hurriedly nodded and went to instruct the eunuchs waiting outside. Yuan Feng walked in from outside to attend to Xi Zhe as he washed, changed his clothes, and prepared for court.
"Our sect possesses six portions of the Nine-Turn Fire Seed and wishes to trade them for the Sun-Emperor Wheel," a guest spoke up at that moment.
The headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi was in Tokyo, and its members accounted for seven-tenths of all Japanese yakuza. Among the numerous Japanese criminal syndicates, the Yamaguchi-gumi firmly dominated the underworld with exceptionally formidable strength.
Only then did the crowd notice that there was another carriage parked nearby. It was simply because that carriage was so plain and unadorned that they had failed to notice it until now.
The man was around forty years of age, lean of build, and sported a pair of thin, upturned mustaches, giving him a shrewd and capable aura.
"Empress Dowager, your arrival has frightened Mei'er! Look, Mei'er doesn't even dare to raise her head to look at you!" Standing nearby, Zhu Bi watched the Crown Princess's evasive gaze and the hands pulled back behind her, sneering inwardly.
"Rest assured, Palace Master, we will sooner or later bring the truth of this matter to light," the Venerable Taotie said in an indifferent tone.
Seeing that the general trend was lost, Ato caught sight of Figure Gray in the distance. Panic gripped his heart, followed by a surge of ruthlessness, and he executed a brilliant stratagem.
Pei Junhao pointed at Chu Junhao, who lay incapacitated on the ground, and raised his voice, saying, "Didn't we sleep, touch, and eat today as well?" With those words, he brought his palm down in a slap. Mu Zhihan covered her flushed cheek, shrank back two steps into the corner of the back wall, and hid there, feeling so ashamed she wished a hole would open up in the ground for her to crawl into.
Her heart pounded like a beating drum, and an inexplicable sense of unease left Mu Zhi Mei staring blankly at that figure, unable to speak. The heavy, oppressive atmosphere caused her breathing to grow ragged, prompting the figure with its back to the curtain to turn around.
Qing Wu lowered her head once again, unable to remember how many times she had wept in silence. Why must even death be... so cruel?
Li Ning flared his nostrils, glared fiercely at the bartender, and clutching his large broadaxe, stomped heavily out of the room, disappearing up the mountain path.
A tremor rippled through Lin Hanxi's heart. She understood the implicit meaning behind his unfinished sentence. Otherwise, would he have kissed her just then? Was this supposed to be a threat?
The BMW was draped in various strings of beads and pendants, symbolizing the highest authority on the Heavenly Mountain. To think that Ming Ye held her in such high regard—it was hard to tell whether this was a blessing or a curse.