Chapter Forty-Seven: This Person Looks Familiar

"You—You people are simply outrageous, daring to drink tea right in front of me! Fine, go ahead, drink as much as you want. Once my men arrive, I’ll make you cough up even yesterday’s meal!" Wu Qihao was trembling with rage, yet he dared not approach, so he could only stand at the shop entrance, hurling curses.

As he shouted, he kept glancing back, eager to see when his thugs would finally arrive.

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A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Li’s face. This trouble was his doing—did Chen Cong hold a grudge against him now? Even if he did, there was nothing to be done about it. The county magistrate’s term was already halfway over; even if reappointed, they would leave sooner or later, but he couldn’t afford mistakes in his hometown.

“You haven’t graduated yet, so you’re still a student. Tomorrow, you’ll return to school without delay,” Shen Jialan said, her temper flaring.

Changing the menu at the last minute was a grave taboo in the kitchen, but since the fish was still marinating, there was time yet.

Facing his old nemesis, Chu Xinghan remained silent. The cold wind swept by, and the laughter echoing in the void sounded all the more grating, all the more heavy.

Could it be that, after everything he’d done for her, all the debts he’d repaid and the sacrifices he’d made, a single mistake was enough to wipe it all away?

“Yes. I asked you to come see something. After you’re done, bring the disk to my office.” With that, he left.

In the Outer Academy, which held nine-tenths of the inner disciples, everyone’s goal was to advance to the Three Rankings—just as the outer disciples of Yunhai Wanlin sought to become inner disciples. The resources between the two were worlds apart.

Where there is gain, there must also be loss. Princess Nareng was broad-minded; she calculated that when the prince passed away and her son inherited the title, all the power in Zhongkui would fall into her hands. As for Consort Dong, she’d let Qian Hao split from the family and move out with his mother—out of sight, out of mind.

Perhaps afraid she’d miss some detail or clue, Xia Yanyu spared no effort as she recounted everything that had happened to Xu Fan.

On the surrounding walls hung photographs from her travels around the world: the Pentagon in America, the Eiffel Tower at the Champ de Mars in Paris, the Maldives in Costa Rica, Bali in Indonesia, Cairo in Egypt, and even the Potala Palace in Tibet.

Slowly, he flexed his leg, the muscles in his face twitching constantly. He tried his best to make himself more comfortable.

He didn’t know how long he’d been running. Only when dusk fell did Ye Nanshan glance at the sky and finally find a cave to rest.

All his longing, he could only bury deep within his heart. Outwardly, he was a good friend and loyal brother, but in his heart, he regarded him as his one true love in this life.

Sweeping the floor, tidying the house, grocery shopping, cooking—amidst the plainness of daily life, true happiness revealed itself.

Ye Nanshan looked at the old director with some confusion. He understood the words, but why had he suddenly become some kind of Dragon Lord?

This was a desperate situation—a dead end. Ye Nanshan saw no way to escape from this Asura’s grasp.

Han Yi was suffering in silence. He longed to slap Helian Chunbo, but knowing she was still useful for the journey ahead, he could only endure.

He bent slightly at the waist—just enough to be polite—but his voice, once cold and distant toward her, now carried a gentle softness.

At the top of the hill, there was only a single bowl. Inside the bowl sat a lone pea. All he had to do was give this pea to the old hen.

Ye Nanshan looked up at the sky. He didn’t see the Glory Continent’s signature five-hued moons, not even the sun, yet there was light. The heavens seemed shrouded by a translucent dome—strange and wondrous.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine now, and his temper is much improved!” Though he could still be biting with his words, enough to make her choke, at least he no longer lashed out at her for no reason—and he would kiss her, too.