Volume One, Chapter 148: Black or White

As expected, after Ling Yun finished speaking, the devoted warriors of the Ling family experienced a surge of excitement, exhilaration, and gratitude, their eyes now shining with deep emotion.

Old Master Xie sat quietly, pondering, tapping, and reflecting, his face clouded with confusion as he searched for an answer. Suddenly, he looked up sharply at Gu Le, hesitating as if about to speak.

At that moment, the two stood beneath the tower, like observers peering through a narrow tube at a leopard, unable to grasp the full landscape of the capital city. If Ling Yun wished to understand clearly, he would have to soar into the sky and overlook the entire city.

Qiao Yun, when questioned by the figure in green, dared neither to speak freely nor to claim ignorance outright. Her heart pounded wildly as she lowered her head, fearful that the green-clad figure might see through her.

She turned over to sit up, but even this simplest movement was arduous. Every part of her body through which blood flowed felt as if pricked by countless needles.

Twenty minutes later, Ling Yun drove onto the Fifth Ring Road and headed west along it.

This route of retreat was chosen with meticulous care by Wei Zi, who had taken into account every possible unforeseen circumstance. In Wei Zi’s view, this escape path was foolproof, ensuring his safe withdrawal.

The neighbors of the Ming Dynasty were formidable indeed. Take the Angkor Empire, for instance: at this very moment, it boasted three hundred thousand infantry, fifty thousand cavalry, fifty thousand elephant troops, and thousands of war elephants.

At this point, the young man revealed his true feelings without restraint, his face adorned with a sly smile as he looked at Yezi, eagerly awaiting her decision.

“Are you afraid?” Zhao Cheng asked again. Zhao Yong aspired to become a guard at the mansion, training alongside Meng Tao’s group. Among them, his skills were the finest—adept at shooting arrows from horseback and wielding a spear with extraordinary finesse, having earned Meng Tao’s genuine tutelage.

In less than half a year, countless disparaging rumors had flooded the air regarding Feng Qing’s succession to the throne of Dazhao.

He had never experienced such a moment in life—like bearing the weight of millions of stones, suffocating and powerless, gradually causing the broad-shouldered man’s once upright back to stoop little by little.

“Yes, yes, young master cannot see him now,” Manager Yan apologized. “After you enter, I’ll arrange for him to be treated to three or five tables at the best tavern, right here in the backyard.”

Meanwhile, Zizi seemed oblivious to everything, naively believing that Yuanzi Run would accompany her for a long, long time.

Descending the stairs in a skirt, Zhu Xixi felt discomfort everywhere; she could barely walk. Upon stepping outside the stairwell, a cold breeze struck her face, causing an involuntary shiver.

“This old driver, I’ve been in this business for years. How could I take you the wrong way?” the driver said irritably.

Now things were different. The Wan Feng Courtyard’s meals were far superior to those of any young master in the mansion—daily feasts of fish and meat.

At present, Su Chen possessed the ability to challenge the Supreme First Rank. Once he stepped into that rank, the consequences would be unimaginable.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, whenever the Third and Seventh Princess crossed paths, there would be a period of strange, hostile exchanges, their words laced with barbs.

After more than a month of continuous construction, the main building was complete, and the engineering team had begun decorating.

Since the estrangement between the two brothers, Tian Yi naturally refused to treat him anymore, which was understandable.

If I truly wished to be "studied by the Academy of Sciences," surely fate would arrange for the Academy to appear in my life accordingly.

Hua Xi was momentarily stunned, suddenly realizing what this was. The wine jar in her hand nearly slipped as she trembled faintly.

The claws of a wolf, nails spread menacingly, often grazed Linlin even when she dodged the paw, leaving scratches.

He instinctively reached for his phone, but there were no missed calls, not even a single message—just no orders yet to return.

Though uncertain if the Japanese Yagyu Shin Kage-ryu was a sword or blade technique, he knew their fierce assaults drained stamina quickly. Like a raging storm that never lasts the night, exhaustion would inevitably lead to defeat.

As long as the divisions among the Four Kingdoms persisted and the world remained ununified, countless unfortunate souls would exist.

Tao Ran lifted his head, gazing toward a nearby villa. But one could hardly set off for treatment immediately; introductions were necessary.

Never had he expected Ming Hanfeng to be so shameless, sneaking into bed under cover of darkness while Yun Tu was half asleep.

Since math class began, Wu Yang had been sleeping continuously. What else could he do? Attend seriously?

This time, the eldest elder’s grandson smashed the shop. Though the money was taken by ruffians, everyone had witnessed the method.

Hua Fen Su, understanding perfectly, smiled brightly, recalling how yesterday, to mock Nong Wumian, he had been ridiculed and his glory stolen. Now, with a beauty in his arms and a secret affection for Zhi Wuyou, how could he not be elated?

Haila sat inside one of the cars, her eyes cold and ruthless as she watched the police station entrance. When they saw Leode drive out, a car immediately followed.

Glutinous rice bean paste cake, fragrant, sweet, and soft, offered the tongue the finest caress and the most exquisite taste.

Yuan Dongshuai’s words were completely ignored by Yuan Xiti and all the team members, who were already carrying their sports bags toward the resting area of High School No. 1.

While speaking, He Tongchen made a slapping motion on his palm, mimicking Lin Zihua’s use of talismans.

But the young man was no ordinary person. Suddenly, he stamped his feet forcefully on the ground with a loud bang, leaving a deep footprint. Leaning slightly forward, he finally came to a stop.

Though brief, the previous battle made Shen Ye realize that Li Yong’s cultivation was somewhat deeper than his own.

What puzzled them was that such a promising opportunity had received such high praise from the leader, and with Zhou Xing’s heroic reputation, entering their Class 58 meant boundless prospects. Why was he unwilling?

Nong Wumian spread his sleeves and headed straight to the secret chamber. Upon entering, he saw a person lying on the jade couch, dressed in snowy garments, looking lively and vivid. If it was not Nong Wubei, who else could it be?

“Don’t listen to his nonsense.” A voice inside cautioned, “You do all this just to be with the young master every day, don’t you?”

And from their conversation, it was clear that this master and servant pair were no ordinary folk. Perhaps in the Tang Dynasty, Wei Jiu was not the first to serve carp fish at the table. Watching their exchange, one could tell how many times they had eaten this pickled fish dish.