Volume 1, Chapter 35: You Prefer That Young Master Lin

After careful deliberation, Mei Lingxi decided to seek out Prince Ning.

Ultimately, Vice President Zhang changed the meeting location to a coffee shop ten kilometers away from the corporate headquarters.

He took an immediate dislike to the man in the hat the moment he walked through the door; he was dressed in a vintage black suit and wore a peculiar bowler hat.

Jiang Sheng let out a laugh. Although he did not know if what Ji Mingyue said was true or false, he did not care in the slightest.

At this moment, Qin Jiang understood exactly what these people were thinking. He also knew that while his team lacked neither loyalty nor courage, they were somewhat wanting in experience.

It opened its three-lobed mouth, revealing two large front teeth, and bit fiercely into the ice wall. The sound of teeth colliding with ice produced a sharp grinding noise, yet it left behind only a few shallow marks.

These people were not nearly as friendly as they appeared; on the contrary, they were quite wretched and base.

He needed to first assess their soul abilities; if they held no value, he could not be bothered to curry favor with them.

As Liang Qian spoke, she reached over and pulled the seatbelt on Lu Yiming’s side.

She bit her lower lip hard, her pearly teeth leaving a faint indentation, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and inner conflict, yet she dared not lash out.

Having applied medicine to all of Qin Mei’s injuries, she took the bowl of decoction handed to her by Ning Xiang and frowned.

Thinking of this, the Jade Emperor trembled uncontrollably with excitement, his body shaking as if he were suffering from an epileptic seizure, save for the lack of foaming at the mouth.

As Li Fanming unleashed the so-called "Qiao Sanfeng" sword technique in his hands, it drew the gaze of most of the onlookers, rapidly closing the already narrow gap and even showing signs of surpassing Wang Ming.

The moon hung high in the sky, its light draping a veil of silver over all things. Sheng Jintian reached out and gently stroked Jin Yi’s cheek. He found himself unable to stop watching her, and before he could even react, he had pressed his lips to hers.

Wu Qi was powerfully built, a black sword hanging at his waist, his armor—the Jade Dragon Gold-Swallowing Armor—gleaming with a faint golden light. As he gazed at the neatly arrayed allied forces, his brow furrowed deeper.

The two left chatting and laughing. Song He watched them until they vanished from sight, then closed the door and returned to the room with a sense of reluctance.

However, the remaining soldiers still ignored him; they merely cleared a path, choosing simply not to flee in his immediate vicinity.

As for that bizarre creature, upon coming into contact with the blue light, its ferocity surged instantly, giving one the sense that it was spiraling out of control. It roared repeatedly, and in an instant, erupted with a mass of black gas that surged outward. Had Li Feng and the others not dodged in time, they might have truly been in danger.

Seeing Chen Xiaotian, Qin Mei suddenly recalled that strange dream. A wave of inexplicable panic washed over her. She wanted to dodge, but then reasoned that it was only a dream and had nothing to do with anyone else. She intended to curtsy, but she was still standing on the steps of the carriage.

Wang Ming offered a helpless, bitter smile and nodded, slowly heading toward his workstation. Though he remained busy throughout the afternoon, during every spare moment, he silently kept an eye on Li Long. Seeing the latter’s silence all afternoon, he felt a heavy weight in his heart.

This was Tang Jinteng’s first reaction: if she hadn’t returned, why would his sister have thought of the family at all?

A flash of mischief crossed He Liuyang’s eyes as he said to her, "Come closer, otherwise I won't be able to hear you."