Volume One, Chapter 22: Shield and Pawn

In the end, Hero Yinyin Wang and his companions failed to locate the blood sect leader, who was barely clinging to life, and had no choice but to withdraw from Blood Cloud Cliff. As expected, Blood Night led his subordinates away amidst the chaos, and once the turmoil subsided, the blood sect leader, though gravely injured, managed to escape disaster.

Disguised as a youth? She must have deliberately chosen a masculine appearance to avoid being recognized within the borders of West Lan.

Jun Cang, who had been leisurely sipping his tea, abruptly froze, and Shen Tianlan’s body was visibly shaken.

“Tell me it’s not true—tell me how my imperial son truly died,” Consort Rong pleaded, throwing herself onto Wenren Mingjing.

This place was not unfamiliar to her. She hurried forward, and, as expected, the name inscribed upon the tombstone was Zi Xuan.

Chu Yan gently tapped Wu Meng’s nose with his forefinger, his smile soft and indulgent.

“External gods and internal traitors—it does explain the string of strange events at Five Secrets Palace.” Zhang the cripple had to admit that Hero Yinyin Wang’s theory made sense.

Amy and Li Xiangjun were stunned, and many deputy managers could not make sense of it either. They wondered: For years, General Manager Li Tianlang has handled all company affairs. What does it mean to suddenly appoint a chairman’s assistant?

“Uh, tell Steward Zhou to send her a car. And have Madam Yong accompany her,” Mrs. Wen said. Jia Lianbi had no governess at her side, and neither Mrs. Wen nor Lady Ye cared to concern themselves. As long as Madam Yong accompanied her when she went out, nothing would go wrong.

Though Su Zi Zhan’s explanation was novel, it still adhered to the principles of mystical cultivation. The changes brought about by his previous lecture were still fresh in everyone’s mind, and none departed; all were eager to hear what Su Zi Zhan truly wished to convey.

The level of security was so tight that Xu Lin and his team couldn’t even glimpse the edge of the base. At least a dozen corps were stationed in every direction, leaving not a single gap.

Forget the demeanor of a cultivator! In his current state, what use was etiquette? Could it feed him? Could it quell the anger of those two?

Cape Company and Junjing Group could endure, but Hongbo Group could not. If they kept holding out, the company would face a broken capital chain and the risk of bankruptcy and liquidation.

Mother’s words hit the mark—Weiwei feared her tearfulness would worry her sister, so she hastily wiped her face and forced a smile toward the second sister.

After the last league match, Freiburg, who ranked just ahead of Hamburg, was held to a 1-1 draw away by the weaker Augsburg. Meanwhile, sixth-ranked Borussia Mönchengladbach also drew in their match.

After that, Xia Mengyou did not reply again. Liu Yaoxi wasn’t sure if she was thinking or otherwise occupied; after all, he knew that anyone more formidable than Yun Feiyu must be very busy.

“Lord Gustermann.” Love’s eyes sparkled. If asked what he was most proud of in his life, he would say it was being Ivan’s closest friend.

“My lord, Zhao Yancheng must have seen me through the secret transmission. Isn’t this risky?” Duke was puzzled by his master’s arrangement—knowing the Zhao family had secret transmissions, why proceed as such?

He never imagined that the exclusive information he obtained would lead him to Shen Duo’s most hidden refuge, where Shen Duo was indeed concealed.

Wan Qi Yang was anxious—not wanting any mishap to occur because someone had saved him. Kind-hearted and unable to harm others, he grew uneasy seeing Si Qi’er’s heavy expression.

The pavilion stood halfway up the mountain, with a long stone stairway winding down to the base and towering cliffs behind. For now, sitting to enjoy the scenery and study the terrain seemed wise.

“Xing’er, come here—sit beside me,” Wan Qi Yang patted the seat next to him, inviting her to join him.

“Hmph, Elder Liu won’t know, because the dead cannot speak!” Duan Junhao’s face twisted into a sinister smile.

“Longlong Yi, I’m coming too. The young master instructed me,” Feng Qingbai replied, knowing it was the only way to get Longlong Yi to take him along. He wanted to confirm whether the Hua father and son had perished, and also recover the money Hua Zankui had brought.

She had heard everything just now, yet still pretended. Cherry truly admired her thick skin—it was boundless. But if not for this, she wouldn’t have followed Miao Chengye back.

Is this retribution? He threw away the gold nugget and picked up a lump of dirt? Zheng Yanjun could hardly resist plunging headfirst into a latrine, wishing for death.

From the youth’s perspective, he could just make out the mysterious area between her thighs.

After pondering, Lin Xi had a rough plan and felt quite confident. He didn’t take it to heart, but nodded enthusiastically.

News of the impending apocalypse spread like wildfire. Though many didn’t believe it, seeing those around them preparing, even the skeptics grew restless.