Chapter 68: Father and Son Quarrel

This woman, it seemed, managed to surprise him a little every time they met. Even the ghastly scar on half her face had improved, and she was somehow able to dispel that sinister, chilling sword aura...

He lowered his gaze, hoisted the unconscious Su Yufeng onto his back, and, his white robes brushing through the water curtain, slipped away quietly.

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Deep within the main hall on the primary peak of the Myriad Sword Sect.

Swordmaster Ling Cang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, eyes closed, sword aura tightly contained around him. With his ethereal bearing and stately demeanor, he looked every bit the grandmaster.

At that moment, a voice rang out.

“Very well, as you say. Someone, bring a dog.” After considering for a moment, Xiah Houjie agreed to Xia Ame’s plan.

Yet, after carefully organizing her words, what she finally said was as simple as could be.

“It’s not a spear, nor is it a long lance, but a half-bladed armor-piercing spike,” Xia Yan explained uneasily, gesturing with his hands.

“Excuse me, may I ask why you’re willing to prepare food for a stranger, an elderly man, for free, without knowing anything about him?” This was Zheng Yurou’s first question.

I never met my third sister, nor do I know where she was sent. They said she was abandoned at the bridgehead of the neighboring village. She was barely two years old then, too young to understand anything. Whether she lived or died—no one knows.

He was resting comfortably in bed, but Mo Ning insisted on dragging him out. If he refused, she’d simply have someone haul him up by force.

It was for his own reasons that A Bai requested his resignation, but it’s likely that Li Heng was involved in this matter as well.

Li You’s gaze turned cold. Gray light gathered in his palm, and with a sweep of his sleeve, he blocked the cold, star-like blade of Yin Jianchen’s sword.

“Put her down!” Xue Lingyun, noticing Wei Gang’s actions, turned her dragon mount and charged over, only to be stopped by Xiah Houyuan.

At this moment, Bell took from her pouch a steel needle wrapped in cloth and handed it to Mei Bufan.

Among the imperial guards flanking the palace road and the palace attendants hurrying about inside, several faces seemed familiar to her.

It wasn’t her acting, nor the plot, but rather some quality of hers—a certain aura—that drew the eye and made it impossible to look away. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but the assistant director and the producer felt the same way after seeing her.

If she hadn’t known at least the big picture and the basics, she would have been dead long ago.

It wasn’t enough for this crowd to surround the magistrate’s office; now they were about to use force against the authorities. In any era, such behavior was nothing short of rebellion.

Without hesitation, Execution leapt up, used lightness skill to attack a hidden ambush. The next second, the ambush launched a wide-area attack, and Execution was pulled in.

Those words—Madam Li loved wandering the gardens, always dressing herself as brightly as a peacock, parading about for fear the world wouldn’t know she was the favored concubine. That’s why, more often than not, you’d run into her strolling through the garden.

Seeing Mu Wan Feng’s look of utter shock, as though she’d been frightened out of her wits, Aunt Hong felt a pang of sorrow.

Zhao Xinyu stared in disbelief as her attack was nonchalantly parried, and when she tried to pull back her sword, she found it wouldn’t budge at all.

“Born feebleminded, disappeared two years ago,” Ye Chen said. Everything matched so perfectly that it was easy to mistake the master for Dongfang Zihan.

Li Yuanyuan sang that unnerving, wicked song herself, and was judged guilty of singing with a foul mouth, even though the mouth at the back of her head had only ever wagged its tongue in the air from beginning to end.

In the end, Deputy Director Zhang changed the meeting location to a café ten kilometers outside the group’s headquarters.

After all, life is lived day by day, and as the days pass, there are bound to be many changes in Great Yu. Only when Chu Ling can master the sources of these shifting currents will his predicament truly begin to change.

When Guan Su was young, she suffered through hard times. After she got together with Shen Huahao, she became infatuated with shopping, spending millions at a time on jewelry and designer bags. But Shen Huahao was now dead—who else could possibly finance her extravagant lifestyle?