Volume One, Chapter 24: Rumors Run Rampant
Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
It is the premier restaurant in the capital, a favored haunt for high-ranking officials and nobles.
The two of them chatted and laughed, expressing their sentiments; by the time they finished lunch and tidied up the room, it was already three in the afternoon.
He did not place the pillow on the bed, but instead extended his long arm toward her, offering it in an attempt to seek reconciliation.
The two of them could not help but rise. Over there, Wen Nuan had already walked away with her phone, finding a secluded corner before answering. She gave a low "hello" and then fell silent.
That night, they raised their glasses and drank together; that night, they dreamt of the future—a world that belonged exclusively to them.
The Instructor, Yuan Qingying, and the Onmyoji each harbored their own ulterior motives, undoubtedly all drawn by this "divine artifact."
From initial indulgence and bitter smiles to gritted teeth and stoic endurance, and finally to a sense of reckless abandonment, Zhou Buhuan yielded ground step by step, asking only for her happiness in return.
Ye Ning smiled without a word; her patience was not exactly abundant, either—apart from Xinxin, no one else had the right to speak to her about patience.
Jian Man said no more, her long eyelashes drooping to veil her clear, water-like eyes, leaving no one able to discern what lay in the depths of her heart.
Mo Yitian frowned; though annoyed by the interruption, he found himself helpless against Zhao Zimeng’s shameless coquetry.
She mused that Zhou Mo would always be a special presence in her life—perhaps because she was her final patient, or perhaps because of some inexplicable connection between her and the Gu family.
It is just as I could only watch helplessly as she married Mo Yuan, and now, I must watch helplessly again as she marries the foolish son of a merchant family.
"Here, take them, take them! Every one of them has a different flavor, so suit yourself. If I’m in a good mood one day, I’ll bring you more." Mu Xiaoxiao handed over a dozen bottles in one breath, then dusted off her hands and left; if she stayed any longer, she feared her master might fleece her of every last drop of wine she carried.
With a thunderous roar from Elder Fan, the strands of the horsetail whisk instantly enveloped all the cultivators of the Myriad Sword Sect. Only then did the remnants of the sect feel a sense of relief, yet Tian Yue’s assault had only just begun.
Just as Tian Yue stared in bewilderment at their reactions, Shi Na actually made a face at him, as if to say, "See the power of my charm?" Tian Yue touched his forehead with a finger and shook his head in silence.
He simply could not fathom this point—it was completely beyond his understanding. He felt certain there must be some connection.
No wonder that when he awoke from his meditation, he had ended up in this state; it was clear that his defenses had returned to normal.
Sidestepping Murong Xue’s attack, the Turkic King landed lightly on the ground not far away. With a flick of his finger, rapid footsteps echoed through the silent air as the palace guards came running.
However, he also knew that the War Dragon Regiment needed a benchmark like him; some things are just helplessly predestined.
One must realize that the rebels’ siege yesterday, relying entirely on tens of thousands of black-armored soldiers charging wave after wave with at most a hundred ladders, had nearly breached the city. For them to return today with all manner of siege weaponry—how could the remaining garrison on the walls possibly withstand such a display?
"Vine of Life..." Ye Zheng’s lips moved, but no words came out.
Geng Zhiyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart. So, the reason Lu Xiaoqing had gone to such lengths to secure these prestigious honors for him was also to ensure he would have the standing to hold his head high before his parents.
Although everyone was still a bit unsure of what this fellow was up to, someone still handed him a lighter.