Chapter 32: The Inn in the Desolate Village

I thought that after I confessed, my father would fly into a rage. But to my surprise, he remained extremely calm, waved his hand, and gestured for Yamei to help him sit back down.

Yamei and I stared at my father in confusion, unable to fathom his intentions.

He let out a deep sigh, his head bowed so that neither of us could see his expression. After a long moment, he finally lifted his head, fatigue etched into his face as he gazed at me with a complex look in his eyes.

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"General, the bandits have raided our camp. Most of the brothers guarding it were killed or wounded, and our provisions have been burned," the messenger reported, causing everyone present to turn pale.

As for why Ye Jun chose a corgi, it was because in his previous life, he actually owned such a corgi—the kind whose tail had not been docked.

—The Supreme Dao Scripture, a technique created by the Supreme Celestial Sect, is divided into nine volumes and thus also called the Nine Supreme Scriptures.

Hearing this, the anger on Qin Yi's face gradually faded, replaced by a complex expression.

Indeed, Shi Yi, who had acquired the Supreme Bone, was truly extraordinary in the early stages—not only did he possess the Supreme Bone, but he was also born with double pupils.

On the offensive side, Ye Ying's situation was even worse. It felt as if a giant hammer had struck his chest; blood nearly spurted from his lips, and his face turned deathly pale.

Moreover, Qin Qiong, who had been beaming with happiness, suddenly found his expression clouded with melancholy.

Regarding the Dao Bone within the other party, she had actually been completely unaware of it at first.

Though somewhat curious about what business Ye Yan's father—the head of the Ye family—had with him, after all, that was between father and son; as an outsider, it would be inappropriate to ask.

With these thoughts, Chitong forced down the joy and excitement in her eyes, then lifted her limpid autumn gaze, looking at Qin Yi with expectation.

According to Murphy's Law: first, nothing is as simple as it seems; second, everything takes longer than you expect; third, anything that can go wrong will go wrong; fourth, if you worry about something happening, it becomes more likely to occur.

"Sun Wukong—just how strong is he now?" Sure enough, Piccolo's curiosity was piqued; he asked nervously.

"It's nothing." Casually fiddling with the teacup on the table, his fingers idly pinched its side, his eyes reflecting a distant indifference.

"What is going on? Could it be that the Evil Spirit isn't dead, and this is one of his tricks?" Fan Xiaodong tensed inwardly, secretly speculating.

"We'd better figure out a way to get out of here, or we'll all die," Gao Jiancheng said, firing upward as he spoke.

"It's alright, Brother Ye, go ahead. I'll study hard," He Shiyao said with a gentle smile to Ye Feng from her bed.

White Magnolia hugged herself, trembling helplessly. Only now did she truly understand whom the Emperor loved; his heart still belonged to the Empress. She had violated his greatest taboo—she should never have set her sights on Xinlan Palace.

Slowly descending before the council chamber, Wang Jie gazed at the grand, imposing palace ahead. Steeling himself, he was about to enter when suddenly the air behind him split with a whooshing sound. Wang Jie turned to see flashes of light as figure after figure appeared—Lei Kun, Feng Qingyang, and the others—all present and accounted for.

"I went to the restroom. I was going to cook for you, but my hand won’t bend, so I couldn’t," Zhao Guodong explained.

Wang Jie was not particularly concerned with the situation before him. Such matters could not be forced; it was best to let things take their course.

"In the eyes of outsiders, he only loves me," Su Wuyang smiled faintly. She knew she had once loved Qin Fangbai—knew that even upon meeting again, she was drawn to him, inexplicably pained by his suffering.