Chapter Sixty-Two: A Misunderstanding

“Ah Chi pays her respects to her cousin!”

Zheng Chi bent her knees in a graceful salute, her movements as fluid as flowing clouds, her demeanor obedient and serene—a true portrait of a refined young lady from a noble family.

Lou Yu smiled gently, nodding slightly as he greeted her, “Cousin,” returning the courtesy.

Yet inwardly, he couldn’t help but compare. Though both girls appeared well-mannered, the plump girl was pure and genuine, her presence naturally endearing. But this slender one seemed to bear the marks of careful training, her manners tinged with a certain stiffness that Lou Yu found artificial.

Having suffered many scoldings lately, Huai Zhen was unaccustomed to praise from Elder Hui. The moment she was complimented, she quickly turned her face away, nearly choking up with emotion.

It seemed the two of them were holding down the fort on Penglai Island, which explained their absence from the grand banquet. Yet with no news emerging from the island, the matter took on a subtle, intriguing air... In those sacred realms of Penglai, the higher-level divine cultivator appeared calm as ever, as if he truly had nothing to do with the Haotian Alliance.

“Ah Xing, do you think it’s Yun Jiahan or Lu Yuyu?” Unable to agree, Song Mingheng tossed the question to Ye Moxing.

“What if the lie was told to me, and only the truth was revealed to her?” she cut him off, her expression unchanged.

It was only eight o’clock, but most guests had already arrived. The atmosphere was warm and gentle; everything was just beginning.

Pushing her doubts aside for now, Lin Cha stepped forward to affectionately pat Number One’s round head.

Today was his first time meeting her. He had remembered to check her right arm, and now, having confirmed it, there was no mistake.

People say that when you are happy, you listen to music, and when you are heartbroken, you listen to the lyrics. In that moment, Su Wushuang truly experienced it. Filled with sorrow, she stared ahead and walked on and on, undeterred by whatever lay ahead, with nowhere in particular to go.

Just like at the Prince of Ping’s mansion—throw all those people together, what would happen if Yang Yaohua encountered Song Qinjun?

The man’s words immediately drew the attention of Qin Jinyu and the others. Qin Jinyu dared not delay and led his people after the man to the end of the alley.

After the Beggar Immortal was lifted up, the flaming fishnet on his body burned ever more fiercely, its blue light bright and intense, the flames licking straight into his flesh. Yet instead of screaming in pain, the blue flames seemed to bring him comfort.

Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, while Yang Yu landed expressionlessly on the ground, keeping a certain distance and making no move to disrupt the “pin” formation encircling him.

“Longwei, do you think this ice sculpture is a spirit born of the Nine Heavens Profound Ice?” Huang Tian inquired of Longwei.

What tempo is it when countless sparks flash in a clamor of noise? Sparks dance wildly, yet not a scratch or mark can be seen—what strange rhythm is that?

A true man must die with dignity. With this in mind, Xiang Yun suddenly felt an urge to return and do battle with Lü Bu.

From the orange light emerged the image of Mitsuhide, the great young maiden; the yellow light revealed Tianling, the great young maiden; as for the green light, it naturally manifested as Princess Medusa.

Chen Tiannan watched his son wander aimlessly, and could only smile wryly, accompanying him as they strolled this way and that, with no clear destination at all.

Though Master She Guang did not deliberately release the aura and might of a Golden Immortal, the overwhelming force he exuded in a casual bout was enough to strike terror into the hearts of the Black Tower tribe. To think that the High Priest would even invite such a man aboard their ship—wasn’t he afraid of inviting a wolf into the fold?

Many who grew close to Yang Yu, though not originally possessing such traits, gradually became more and more like him, influenced unconsciously by the powerful presence of this remarkable young man.

This gesture also signified his recognition of Sun Yafang as the core leader of the next generation.