Chapter Twenty-Seven: There Is Something Wrong with the Shop

“Brother, isn’t it perfectly normal for someone to move on? When business grows, naturally you need a bigger place. Don’t worry—if you sign a three-year lease in my shop, you’re guaranteed to make a fortune, then move on to an even larger storefront.”

Qian Guofu had prepared his response long before Ye Cheng voiced his doubts, and as soon as the question was raised, the words slipped out effortlessly. After speaking, he shot Ye Cheng a quick glance, then continued on.

Taking advantage of everyone’s distraction, Zhang Lihua grabbed a handful of snow and crept behind Li Taiyuan. With a sudden ambush, she shoved the icy snowball down his collar, sending chills through Li Taiyuan, who shrieked and bent over to dig the snow out.

This was a world of crystalline splendor—everywhere one looked, everything sparkled with crystal stones, and all around were intricate arrays powered by crystal energy.

Huo Jia snorted coldly, saying nothing more, but cast his gaze toward the distant referee, as if his eyes were demanding: Why hasn’t the match started yet?

Of course, the ordinary disciples of the Jade Sword Sect were in no position to maintain the Thunder Lord Ship; it was the sect’s senior members who truly sustained it—eleven cultivators at the Tribulation Crossing stage. Of these, seven were publicly known; the remaining four, kept in reserve, were the sect’s hidden trump cards.

“Of course!” He Zhiyan’s innate tenderness for beauty welled up instantly, and he nodded with utter certainty.

Unable to make sense of it, he waited until they left, then swiftly leaped down from the beam, trailing them at a discreet distance.

If Anran had been by her side at that moment, she surely would have comforted her—told her to relax, that it was nothing to worry about, and that everything would pass in time.

The full moon banquet at the residence was scheduled for the afternoon. With time to spare, Min Dai personally changed the baby’s diaper and dressed the child in a new, bright red jacket embroidered with lucky symbols.

The thought of spending every day with Meng Yunhe made Tong Fanxing’s cheeks flush; the flutter in her heart only grew stronger.

But the silver wolf was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a noise came from above. Xiao Yan looked up and saw the wolf hurtling down in a dive, its body angled downward, its target the prone Ai Yi.

The senior members of the Volvo family were only responsible for receiving the representatives of the three major factions arriving with the main force. As for the rank-and-file members, Josh would take care of their reception.

Song Duanwu wasn’t sure about that. For the first time, he found himself lacking confidence. The reason this rascal even had such an idea was entirely due to his keen powers of observation.

Once again, they met in Sophia’s grand hall, chosen for its spaciousness—far enough that others wouldn’t overhear. After asking Liu Yunchang to take a seat, Yi Piaoyao, as expected, showed her tact by bringing over two cups of coffee.

Outside the inn’s lattice window, a white pigeon cooed incessantly, its chatter grating on the nerves. Jun He, unable to bear it, grabbed the bird by the wing and shoved it back into its cage, locking the door. Apart from a few disgruntled flaps, the pigeon could only continue its protests with stubborn coos.

She saw a horse galloping past the martial arts school and across the field. On its back were two riders—one in black, the other wearing her pink dress, her hairstyle and braids identical to her own. It was as if a second Chu Xuehai had appeared.

Ye Chengxuan looked at Xia Haitong with displeasure. The thunder had long since ceased, so why was she still acting frightened? He reconsidered his earlier assumptions and became convinced she was simply putting on a show.

There wasn’t even a proper title—just a perfunctory greeting out of mere politeness. This alone showed how unwelcome Zhang Nishun was in Mo Qingyan’s eyes, and, by extension, how thoroughly despised Zhang was in the local community.

Song Duanwu was momentarily speechless, wondering how Old Lai had managed such clever tricks to tame this wild horse so thoroughly.

Prince Xin still held her in his arms, his gaze lowered, a gentle smile on his lips. He didn’t spare Princess Zhou a single glance, merely saying, “Since these flowers are so beautiful, why don’t you join us in admiring them?” Princess Zhou stared at Prince Xin, her eyes brimming with tears.