Volume 1, Chapter 113: The Star Chart

"These patterns appear to be some form of script."

"Script?"

The man was draped in robes of blue and white, yet amidst the wind and rain, he remained perfectly still, as if existing in another dimension. He held a paper umbrella with a handle of white jade; upon closer inspection, his fingers were even more translucent and crystalline than the jade itself. His ink-black hair was unbound, cascading messily over his chest and back, lending him an air of unbridled wanderlust typical of a vagabond of the martial world.

I kept my head bowed desperately, and no matter how hard he tried, I kept my eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at him. I had instinctively sensed his intentions, and this immense dread filled me with a profound sense of unease.

Having gone to such great lengths to arrive here, it would be a massive loss for Patch if he didn't reap the rewards he sought.

When we met a few days ago, Qiu Ming was still bald. How did his hair grow so long now? And his sideburns looked as if they had just been freshly trimmed.

Hearing this, Tang Ya’s eyes lit up; she snatched the document and opened it to examine it, discovering several significant discrepancies within moments.

As my heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally settled, a surge of intense fear replaced it. I dared not imagine what would happen when Xu Mushen woke up. If he insisted on seeking justice for himself, what would Jiang Ciyun do? Would he really cast Shang Lin aside, disregarding the expectations of his parents?

From the preceding conversation, it was not difficult for Zhang Taibai to discern how much Hua Tianqing cherished this opportunity and how happy she was; thus, he felt it best not to ruin this rare joy.

Xing Feng, who had never once spoken a harsh word to me, roared at me. I shed tears silently, unable to utter a single word. My hands were covered in Jin Yan’s blood; I pressed them against his bleeding wound as tears fell in torrents.

The Blood-Oath Knight followed closely behind Lin Feng, its eyes darting about. Though it was impossible to tell what expression lay beneath its heavy visor, Lin Feng felt completely at ease; nothing was more loyal to him than his own retinue.

Xia Weizhi helped the disheveled Madam Liu to her feet, glaring fiercely at Xia Qingxiao. He wanted to say something, but the gazes of the others forced the words back down his throat.

In reality, this also had to do with propaganda; the cutthroat competition between different gaming companies had led to mutual exclusion.

Luo Shihan immediately wiped away her tears, widening her beautiful, round eyes. "Really? You are so kind, Auntie! You are all such good people! I finally don't have to wander anymore." She cast a furtive glance at Xia Qingxiao, feeling somewhat guilty, and dared not look for long.

Sikong Yanfei’s voice rang out like a thunderclap on level ground, causing everyone to shudder in unison.

Young Master Wen, who was always quick to draw inferences, immediately grew vigilant. No, they weren't even married yet, and she was already misinterpreting him as being in poor health—how was he supposed to assert his authority as a husband?

Tie Rou’s fame was established just half a year after she began her martial arts training, when she punched out two of her second brother’s classmate's front teeth, simply because he had watched her practice and remarked with a touch of disdain, "A boorish act!"

After sitting for a while longer, a flickering shadow caught her peripheral vision. Ling Xiquan squinted and looked over to see that on the other side of the sports field, Di Qin was standing under the scorching sun without any shade, arm-in-arm with Cheng Yihan, waving at them incessantly as if calling for them to come over.

Tie Rou immediately ran toward the adjacent yard, leaped onto the wall in full view of everyone, and jumped down into Wang Wan’s house.

Tie Yunchao’s voice cut off abruptly. What? Han Fei? The Governor’s Mansion? What on earth was going on?