Chapter 133: Arrangements

Lou Yu showed no reaction to the young maid’s report. He leaned sideways against a low table, a bamboo scroll in his hand, neither raising his head nor uttering a word. Kneeling outside the door without a response, the maid grew increasingly frantic. She did not know if her master was angry, but she knew that if he were, it was only because Zheng Shisan was ignorant and ungrateful. Prostrating herself on the ground, she desperately sought to shift the blame: "It was all Lady Thirteen, she..."

"Please, go ahead," Yu Sheng said. Having decided to join the Ancient Xia Profound Alliance under the banner of the Nine Jade Palace branch, he treated Lu Ming-Shu with not only courtesy but also reverence. She would soon be his superior, after all—how could he not be respectful?

Yang Ming gave a sheepish smile and drove straight to Pei County. After buying a large amount of cooked food, he accompanied Yang Xuan into the depths of the Kunlun Mountains.

Looking at the scene on the giant screen, not only the commentators Huanle and Luo Luo, but even some of the more skilled spectators in the stands knew that the team "Tear" was on the verge of collapse. Clearly, the cause of this was the team fight they had just lost.

Drawing his sword from its scabbard, he revealed a dark, eight-sided blade. Chu Fei tested its weight: "So heavy. It’s more than thirty percent heavier than a standard eight-sided sword."

True Disciples were the face of the Nine Jade Palace and could not be dealt with lightly. Only by becoming a True Disciple would she have room to maneuver.

Upon hearing this, the others chuckled, save for Chu Hanfeng, whose expression remained grim as he stared ahead, lost in his own thoughts.

Goose-feather snowflakes fell in swirling drifts amidst the howling wind. In the City Lord’s mansion of Yu City, the news of the Buddha’s Son returning from the Lingxiao Hall finally brought a touch of joy to the previously sorrowful faces of the crowd.

Mu Qian began to ponder a very practical question: how to tell his parents that he wanted to drop out of school to start a career.

The Princess rarely stood on ceremony, so by referring to herself as "this palace," she had clearly signaled her displeasure.

Time slipped away unnoticed. Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Rui sat cross-legged in the hall, as motionless and unyielding as an ancient monk or a piece of wood.

Yet, this so-called elder sister did not answer at all; she merely watched the development of the situation in silence.

"Report... reporting to the commander," the soldiers training here were all new recruits who had been enlisted for less than ten days, and they were being drilled by soldiers from the Guard Battalion.

It could be said that the "appetites" of his father and Andrei's father, both oligarchs, were already quite restrained.

With the gold rewarded from his last mission, he would no longer need to take on part-time jobs in the future.

Most people stopped pursuing the matter, with only a few finding the developers to make a scene; the developers would toss them a little money, and that would be the end of it.

As the military strategist of the Nameless Order, he had spent years studying the habits and life cycles of the Taotie, desperately trying to find their weaknesses. However, the lack of research samples had caused his progress to remain at a standstill.

Great Immortal Zhang reached out to take Su Pan’s hand, gave it a careful look, and began to calculate with his fingers.

It was the same tune as before; some sang it beautifully, while others had voices like rasping ducks. With the help of the newly purchased speakers, the sound carried to the back of the East District courtyard.

"Yo, Jiyi-chan, even Lan Lan hasn't said anything yet, why are you getting so worked up?" Angela’s words made Jiyi-chan immediately shut her mouth.

And it was at this very moment that the apothecary before him, Li Daoran, actually invited him to join the Profound Gate.

With his wedding to Su Xiang approaching, and given Ji Gui’s pampered body, softened by indulgence in wine and women, he would likely spend his wedding night recovering from his injuries.

But in this situation, he couldn't bribe high-ranking officials, as no one dared to be associated with him. Besides, he had no money.

Li Polu picked up his bronze sword and walked through the army camp. Patrols of soldiers passed by the various tents, and the fires in the braziers burned fiercely.

The dwarves were blocked by the dead; once the dwarves adjusted their moon-shaped crossbows, the ones destined to die would be the skeleton soldiers Lin Ge had brought with him.