Chapter 83: I Am Speaking the Truth

If Zhang Ting were an official, he would certainly make a good one; he knows how to serve the country and its people, rather than merely satisfying his own desires.

Li Beize suddenly pulled her skirt up again, raised his head, and cast a cold glance at Chu Han. Chu Han immediately explained, "I didn't see anything," then raised the partition.

The man's expression was languid and careless; he simply raised his hand, his slender fingers taking the clothes from her grasp.

Watching Blossom become proficient in just a day, like a seasoned driver, she couldn't help but marvel at the differences in people's abilities—there truly is a great disparity.

Li Xiaoyin's brows lifted slightly, displaying a look of happiness, and with an air of authority yet ignorance of the past, he accepted the people's homage.

Lu Fang was not one to believe in tricks; did Xu Yilan really think she could disappear right under his nose? He refused to believe he wouldn't find her tonight.

Jiang Youling glanced up, noticing all the other tables were full, except for two empty seats at theirs.

The Sacred Fire is something unfriendly to many beastfolk of the Pangu Continent. Even though the Dragon Eagle Tribe revered it, they dared not get too close. After all, it was fiercer than any wild beast.

The chieftain looked at Su Yunxiu with eyes full of affection, like a follower willing to do anything for her.

"One is the Sword Immortal, the other is the Snow Immortal—who knows which is stronger?" Lu Fan murmured.

Mu Zhao was already dead; that was what Ye Jiujiu saw. Xiao Huo's fate remained unknown. Her brother and Ji Weiwei were luckier, for at that moment the array was broken, allowing them to escape disaster.

Lying motionless in bed made Ye Jiujiu ache all over. After getting up, she walked to the window and immediately saw Feng Mojian's villa.

This endless mist stretched in all directions, like a vast shroud enveloping the entire infinite darkness of the void.

After a long time, he finally felt somewhat restored, raising his hand to rub his forehead hard.

When this matter was mentioned, Feng Mojian's temper flared, but he was so used to coldness that even his anger only lowered the air pressure around him.

Only those who defeated Lin Meier could advance to the next round; anyone who failed lost the right to draw lots again.

Unable to help myself, I burst out laughing, coughing several times before I calmed down. Zhang Jincheng shot Lin You a glare, "Have you ever seen a pig as handsome as me?" After this, he snorted coldly. Lin You snorted back, and the two fell silent.

I finished reading the last piece of information, set it aside, packed up my things, and said, "Alright, I'll call Ren Qing." As I spoke, I picked up my belongings and walked out of the office, dialing Ren Qing's number.

Ye Jiujiu suddenly stopped and looked at Feng Mojian. This old rogue—how had she never realized before? He was just a scoundrel.

"Third, the patent technology for water replacing gasoline as an energy source was lost on the way from the airport to Meitian Group. The traffic jam and bicycle accident along the way may have been deliberately engineered," Xu Yuntian analyzed.

Liu Yincui was a fierce woman and couldn't succumb so easily; flushed with anger, she kicked at the four dogs' lower bodies.

"You needn’t concern yourself with other matters—just do your own part well," Jin Feng said calmly, waving his hand. At this, everyone left the suite in an orderly fashion.

Long Wu could threaten Xu Er, but he was truly wary of Cold Second. Who knew what kind of schemes that slippery fellow might concoct against him?

The Crowned Snake, guardian of this place, was frantically stationed beside the Enlightenment Fruit. Anyone daring to rush in now would face a crazed onslaught from thousands of venomous snakes.

"You haven't mistaken me, Second Aunt. Have you been well these years?" At that moment, something unexpected happened. Although the main person said she was mistaken, Lord Shen suddenly insisted she wasn't, even calling out Li Granny's maiden name.

With no one to confide in, she sought comfort from her mother, just as her father's cousin's family came to visit the old lady.

"I say, Sister Li, Mo Yi, you don't think just sending this up means it's settled, do you?" Zheng Dian looked at them in confusion, holding a fish and gazing skyward, shaking his head repeatedly. His expression blatantly said Li Yue and Mo Yi were too naive.

"These are all things I ought to do. Elder Huang gave so much for the country when he was young, but now he can't enjoy his old age," Mo Ke said.

As for the Xuanwu Gang, the Xuanwu Sect behind them, and the Tiger Dragon Sect—Qin Tian didn't want Jiang Zhentao involved. Jiang couldn't help with these matters, and even if he knew, it would only bring unnecessary worry.

Chu Han Yue saw Chu Yun Yi remain unmoved, so she was completely at ease. She lifted his legs onto the bed, letting him lie flat.

The National General's Mansion—Huang Meng personally went to the rear mountain’s Jinse Residence to visit Miao Yun. Oddly enough, Miao Yun always preferred living in simple, dilapidated courtyards. The Qingqiu Courtyard in the southwest was like this, and so was Jinse Residence. Even Huang Meng himself didn’t know the mansion had so many rundown courtyards.

The palace maids hurriedly knelt and begged for mercy. At Liu's words, "If I can have the Empress Dowager execute you, I can also have her spare you. Life or death is your choice," they respectfully saluted and withdrew in order.

As he spoke, two Qilin Guards appeared before Mo Fu, and without waiting for a reaction, drew their weapons to confront two elders from the Dan Yun Sect.

Guo Daling quickly led his men out, dragging the corpses away without waiting for Zhang Zongyao’s orders.

Xi Zhu and Ming Zhu came down, faces full of worry; seeing the marks from the carriage skidding, they were even more alarmed.

This was the most despicable cunning of the man in black—he might be hiding somewhere right now, secretly laughing at me.

Li Fan thought, true enough—Xu Zi Hou had helped him several times; he really ought to pay his respects with a drink.

Ji Mo coughed, saying to Xia Shuang, "I haven't yet introduced you—this is Young Master Ruo... a special figure in the palace." The word "special" was spoken slowly, with emphasis.

Yu Qiufeng felt emotional, but he wasn't the type to dally. Once the ligaments were stretched, so be it—it saved time, and stretching was only the first step, the most basic foundation for many tasks.