Volume One, Chapter 35: Clues

After leaving the imperial palace, Lin Wantai did not return to the prince’s residence, but instead went straight to a secluded house on the outskirts of the city.

The Prime Minister’s manor was no longer an option.

According to the courtesan, the Lin family had already struck her name from their records.

She had only returned to the manor to look for something, but after searching every corner, she found nothing.

There was no point in going back again; she would have to find another way in the future.

Lin Wantai pushed open the courtyard gate, and a faint fragrance of medicine drifted through the air.

Chu Zhengyi, accompanied by his chief disciple, Zheng Xuanqing, entered the imperial mausoleum with the sole intention of eradicating demons and upholding justice, but in the end, he succumbed to darkness himself.

Chen Mo’s eyes narrowed immediately. He shielded his face from the light with his fingers, thinking to himself: It seems what Yu Mo said was true, the waters beneath the boat may not be safe after all.

But he paid no mind. All he knew was that Duanshui wanted to go, and he believed she should be free to decide whether she must go or not.

“Even at death’s door, you still mutter to yourself,” the locust leader grumbled discontentedly at the two of them.

Perhaps, in their eyes, as long as they survive, the fate of the nation has nothing to do with them.

The fighting went on. Earlier, hatred had kept her focused on Qing, but now, making a change would prove somewhat difficult.

Skill Effect: First, acquire a constitution that enables the practice of forging, painting, sculpture, and other artisan skills.

Meanwhile, many of the contestants in the forbidden zones had already obtained the map, just as they had before in the Phoenix Sanctuary, yet none were willing to venture forth.

This scene was caught by Yang Hongyi, who was watching from afar. He shouted urgently, signaling them to hurry back.

If the Demon King were to act, results would be immediate; however, hiding beside the subterranean magma, his healing was slow.

Frodo said little, only touching upon the matter. The missing pieces in Mandeheira’s emotional puzzle could not be filled with a few words. Only by letting Mandeheira experience and endure it herself could she hope to lower her guard.

Hearing his promise, Li Xuanyi nodded with relief. After the young policeman left, Li Xuanyi removed his cap and placed it on the table, lost in thought, when suddenly the phone rang.

Furthermore, Bobota always mentioned: “The fire of our tribe is about to be rekindled.” The fire he spoke of was likely the Source Flame.

The first to notice the newcomers was Jordan. Since the illusion had been set up outside Gru Town, his guard duties had become somewhat easier. Standing at his post, he spent most of his time daydreaming, reminiscing about his days at the Knight Academy with his classmates.

A few hundred pieces could be justified, but thousands upon thousands would only cause the people to look on in awe.

Yet, when spoken aloud, it became another matter entirely—the legendary “can only be done, not spoken of.”

Anna glanced at Crimson Rainbow, then at Iron Wind, a trace of sorrow flickering deep in her eyes.

Wang Mian’s gaze was filled with confusion. He did not understand why the old man in black robes did not answer his question, but instead greeted him so earnestly. It was simply too strange—no one shows kindness without reason; where there’s smoke, there’s fire. Wang Mian remembered the saying well.

He had to admit, Ying was a straightforward soul, unable to comprehend Dongfang Qi’s endless maneuvers.

It seemed Aunt had only been through a round of assessments, so why was it different for her?

Pan Hongtao wiped his mouth with his hand, picked up his chopsticks and surveyed the dishes on the table, frowned, then forked a large piece of tofu skin into his mouth.

He wanted to gloss over it lightly, but between helping friends find shops and looking after their cats, Yang Chengcheng’s once settled heart began to stir again.

Chu Xuanyin quickly looked to Senior Minister Xu for help. She had things she wanted to do, though she wasn’t sure if she could succeed. If she did, telling them would bring joy to the elders; if not, saying nothing would spare them disappointment.