Volume One, Chapter 34: Entering the Palace Together

Since the matter with Nurse Zhao had settled, and the daily terror of waking beside a corpse ceased, Lin Qingyun did not relax in the slightest.

The owner of the pale, slender hand with clearly defined joints, gripping the photo album handed to her, issued a question utterly devoid of warmth.

He no longer called Lin Xingxin to assemble himself; instead, he silently selected the character Lin Xingxin was controlling with the mouse and watched intently.

Before long, Chen Feng sat with Ji Shengli to his left and Liu Jing to his right. On the table before them rested a steaming cup of tea and freshly washed fruit.

The summons finally came. Zhou You reluctantly left the Void Sea and once again returned to the real world.

His fate was sealed; his combat power was far too weak, and his only subordinate left was Xue Beng, whom he found awkward and ill-fitting.

Listening to Gintoki’s rambling, Minato’s expression gradually shifted into something more subtle. Only after Gintoki finished speaking did Minato finally inquire.

The three commentators had expected the SKT team to deploy some secret heroes, for if the red side failed to make a move, the final match might slip away.

But Li Yunran glanced at Cheng Liang’s marble floor, then reconsidered the shoes she wore since morning in Jixian, already a bit dirty at the base, and decided it was better to change them.

Two flashes immediately followed, each unleashing a Q skill simultaneously, instantly reducing the health of the factory manager’s Graves to a mere sliver.

Yet the situation was urgent. Cuvee had no time to analyze what had just happened and hurriedly prepared to retreat beneath the turret. After all, his Renekton was already down to just over a third of his health from earlier skirmishes with Wolf’s Kled.

Jin Ling worried about her son. Although I helped her look after Kele, she finished washing up hastily and came out, her hair still wet. Seeing her so, I reminded her to dry her hair to avoid catching a cold; a mother’s illness would surely pass to her child.

Seated in the hall was the steward of the city lord’s mansion, effectively the second-in-command, ranking just below the lord. Since the lord could not appear, the steward’s presence lent credibility. Yet torturing the suspect before interrogation would be hard to justify.

Shi Yinhua helped Zhao Zier leave. She said nothing along the way, her face ashen, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred. Zhao Zier trembled fearfully all the while.

“Mother, mother.” Behind her, Xizi, seeing the stranger leave, began tugging at Xia Ziyin’s pant leg, softly calling her.

Such sighs echoed repeatedly among the elders of the great sects, but more than anything, they feared Yun Cang’s strength and talent.

Yet tonight, everything utterly overturned all his previous notions. He never imagined Lin Yuan could be so shameless, nor that her seemingly splendid marriage was riddled with countless wounds beneath the surface.

Zhangzhu did not wish to entangle herself further with him. Had she wanted to, she would not have stayed abroad so long. She never intended to have any connection with him.

“Really?” Luo Tianqing was momentarily stunned. She only found the sound deafening and did not perceive any difference.

Wan Qi Liang now felt she could not even manage a simple smile; any attempt brought searing pain that pierced her heart. She guessed her current appearance was hardly better—large beads of sweat slid down her forehead, her hair clinging to her face, making her look utterly bedraggled.

She was even less willing for that madness to be vented upon her. So she obediently followed the silver-masked man’s orders, preparing to send Cao Siyun to the sect’s prison that filled her with dread.