Chapter 39: Let It Sit for a While

But these matters had nothing to do with him; for now, all he needed to do was fulfill his own responsibilities. Only after breaking free from the constraints of this master-servant pact could he afford to dwell on such things. After all, if nothing went wrong, this fellow surely had a backup plan, so I immediately scrutinized him closely.

Ye Xiao had spent her whole life in constant comparison with others. Now, seeing herself entangled in this affair, though she harbored not a shred of malice, she would inevitably become troubled by overthinking, and this would extend her resistance to Jinyang as well.

It wasn’t just him—Liu Hong, who had been feigning illness earlier, now joined in. They were no longer content with extortion; they were ready for outright robbery.

A calm voice sounded from behind the stone wall, making Zack’s expression change. He quickly turned toward the source of the voice and saw Zheng Ming, clad in black, striding out.

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Three pairs of eyes stared intently at the cliff. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a figure slowly descended from the sky. It was the young man in white who had earlier climbed the cliff to investigate. Though he could not fly, with the aid of the seemingly ethereal, transparent long sword in his hand, he was able to scale the heights with ease.

A Biao’s certainty surprised me; even if he had planned this all along, I knew it was almost impossible to succeed.

This was still the early days, after all. Gold coins were hard to come by. If not for his luck, he probably wouldn’t have managed to gather even eight hundred thousand. But he also knew that if he let this opportunity slip by, there would be no second chance.

“This is terrifying!” Staring at the two-story structure reduced to rubble—a scene he’d only witnessed in movies—Tang Zhengxin was left utterly dumbfounded.

Song Chengyi told himself that what happened today—neglecting her because he was worried about his family—must never occur again.

“Don’t thank me yet. When you join Kaiyang Peak, I’ll take you to do something big. You can thank me after that,” Drunken Allure said with a mysterious, excited smile.

Although Gu Zhen was the only reliable striker among Dortmund’s forwards, and the others could barely find the goal, this didn’t mean that he was Dortmund’s sole attacking option. In fact, their lineup had many players capable of scoring.

They surely guessed that I wouldn’t dare speculate about Princess Linglong. After all, I was just a guard; there was no need for her to trouble herself with me—Xianjing alone could handle me.

All the students in the formation turned their eyes to Xia Feng, curious about what illness this teacher could possibly have.

Was he truly so unwilling to meet her? She had longed day and night to see him, yet he always avoided her. What could this mean?

Such a scene was a rarity in the Lu family—perhaps once in a century. But then, the sudden visit of Count Aya was just as rare.

Master Wang himself hadn’t realized that the longer he spent with Shengge, the more his long-held frustrations began to dissipate.

The leading cultivator from the Lu family was corpulent, with a face full of cheerful smiles, both friendly and talkative. As he led Yin Ning and Feng Xun along, he chatted with them incessantly, then suddenly posed a question that weighed on his mind.

Sanno was changing, evolving every day, each of them walking down different paths. No, in truth, Sanno was striving toward her own aspirations, while she herself remained rooted in place.

As for the ground, a layer of crimson poisonous mist suddenly spread in an instant. With two miserable screams, the two semi-saints attached to Gu Zhong turned deathly pale, their eyes sunken, blood dripping from their mouths.

Yang Xiao looked at Wei Ting, and seemed to understand the whole affair. The last issue was purely personal: with Princess Qionghua already vanished from this world and the Great Sui Dynasty destroyed, why would Wei Ting still pursue her? That was Yang Xiao’s final question.

Arriving at the governor’s residence, Romulus caught the odd looks from the guards at the door, quickly straightened up, cleared his throat, and entered the building.

The injury wasn’t all that serious; the doctor had said he would do his best to heal it, and only a faint scar would remain at the corner of her eye, easily concealed with powder. As for Lu Chenghuan’s restlessness, she had brought the harm upon herself.

“Why?” Lu Qingyuan was a bit confused. She had assumed this sort of thing would fall to her again, and after hearing Du Yanhang’s words, she couldn’t quite understand.

As for Yang Chao’s attempt to talk Tian Feng out of the mid-laner position, firstly, he genuinely believed Tian Feng wasn’t quite cut out for it. But as he himself admitted, Tian Feng had already done quite well in the role, and a switch would entail great risk—it could hardly be guaranteed to be an improvement.

“There’s nothing serious,” Xu Tingting shook her head, yanking the arrow from her shoulder. Blood immediately spilled from the wound.

“I’m really rough at this, but since it’s a gift for Jinyue, of course I have to choose carefully,” Cao Muyu said earnestly.

When Wen Jiuxiao returned, he found Yu Zhi half-reclined on a soft couch, two unfamiliar maids attending her—one massaging her shoulders, the other her legs, while every so often one would feed her a pastry. She was enjoying herself thoroughly.

The oppressive force from all directions suddenly eased. Su Xi stared in a daze at his retreating figure for a few seconds before finally following after him.

But he had always been willful and reckless, never caring about anyone. For this to get out would be utterly humiliating.

To set rules, swear to uphold them in one’s heart, and steadfastly keep them—the more difficult the rules, the greater the power that would be unleashed from them.

After several large waves of the undead, only three bases remained: Gifu, Tokyo, and Saitama.

That scoundrel had just given her the cold shoulder, and now he was all over her like a ravenous wolf. Yu Zhi was kissed until she could hardly breathe, letting out a muffled sound that only made Wen Jiuxiao even more intense.

At the moment when Fang Zelin’s gaze fell upon Meng Yunqing, Meng Yunqing’s eyes suddenly snapped open, and a resounding dragon’s roar burst forth from his throat.