Chapter 68: A Tale of Sorrow

"Before revealing the answer to this riddle, I have a question for you. I hope you will be willing to answer me truthfully, Mr. Su?"

I was silent for a long moment before I finally spoke, my words slow and measured.

"Ask whatever you wish. I promise to hold nothing back and withhold nothing from you."

Mr. Su nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down his face like pearls from a broken string.

Xuan Shao, who had once refused and claimed he lacked the ability, did not decline much this time and agreed readily. Qiao Song refused bluntly, leaving the sales clerk looking awkward, but she still politely led them into the VIP room.

The decline in politics had also affected economic decisions. Once failure became inevitable, it would be unwise to engage in a bitter struggle against Li Chen’s consortium for a lost political cause. Thus, the Texas Consortium and the Rockefeller Consortium chose reconciliation and withdrawal.

In Bian Fu’s hands was an account book, listing the names of all the cultivators who had ever purchased anything from him.

Li Jie’s words filled Li Chen with shame. The great changes in Eastern Europe and Soviet Russia had come about because people’s living standards were declining, whereas the inland region had seen economic growth rates above nine percent annually for the past decade—a sharp upward trajectory, making the two situations entirely incomparable.

Fuqu’s face darkened. She rose abruptly, flicked her sleeve, stepped aside, and ceded the guest of honor’s seat to Mu Qingqing.

The Bull Demon was a monster who also followed the ancient rules between cultivators and monsters—namely, submission to the strong.

The One-Horned Ghost General paid no heed to the carnage wrought by Jiugong behind him, but hefted his hammer and swung it at me.

After I finished speaking, Ge Awang said nothing on the surface but was clearly unwilling to continue conversing with us. Using the excuse that the hot dishes were ready, he excused himself to fetch them.

"I heard someone died here?" The head constable, walking ahead of the officers, with thick brows, a robust frame, and dark skin, asked the crowd.

Kang Hao was dead, the Third Young Master taken into custody. Ji Xin surveyed the trembling, kneeling crowd, took two steps forward, and spoke coldly.

At that time, the Five Continents were disconnected, everything in need of rebuilding. I was young and ambitious, determined to achieve great things. Later, Rong succeeded, gained fame and fortune, and the final battle was fought between the Firmament and the Setting Moon.

"You’d better give us a definite answer. How will you block him? The key to this plan is to withstand Emperor Jing’s strike. Otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain!" Lao Shu said slyly, his eyes shifty.

He wanted to say he cared, but the moment he recalled the warmth and peace he just received, Yuan Yu could not refuse to speak.

He had always thought he would be able to hold out to the end, but seeing the scars crisscrossing Ye Tian’s body, he finally understood.

After slicing, he ran his hand over it twice more, making sure it was smooth and wouldn’t cut his hand, then casually placed it on the desk.

Upon hearing Lin Cheng mention her uncle, Yu Jingyao’s eyes dimmed imperceptibly. She had heard the army wives mention Lin Cheng’s uncle while watering the vegetable patch.

"What now? Still need something from me?" Ling’er turned her back, but the corners of her mouth curled into a pretty smile.

"You’re not cousins, are you?" It was as if, upon grasping some revelation, all the confusion was dispelled by this piercing insight.

She froze for a moment. After all, she had been with Zhou Taiming for over eight years, and she had met Zhou An, this eldest cousin.

"Still won’t say, will you?" Huo Yunzheng’s voice grew colder, and his foot pressed down even harder.

Xie Zhiren smiled and asked, "Could you bear to?" Don’t be fooled by his stubbornness now; once he saw his son, he wouldn’t be able to let go.

"Senior, forgive my ignorance, but is this coffin not unique? Weren’t there ten legendary ancient coffins? Do all ten still exist in the world?"

Over ten thousand years, countless events have transpired in history. Most have been buried by the passage of time, and few now remember them.