127 He had to go back.

The phone rang for quite a while before it was answered.

“Are you at the hospital?”

Song Qi replied, “I’m near the rented apartment.”

“Is today the first day of school?”

“I told the teacher I’d come by this afternoon.”

“Have you packed everything?”

“Yes, all packed.”

“Song Qi, there are only a hundred days left until the college entrance exams. I know the pressure is heavy, but you should try to relax a bit. With your grades, even if you don’t do well, you won’t end up at a bad university.”

“I want to go to the best one.” The voice on the other end was soft yet earnest.

“Alright. There’s a caregiver with her, so don’t worry.”

Song Qi lowered his head and bit his lip.

No matter whether Zhao Hu was speaking sincerely or just testing me for work, I didn’t care. Because everything Zhao Hu said was true—I didn’t need to deny or get angry. I had to stay rational and not say a single wrong word, even though it felt like countless voices were cursing and whispering inside my head.

“May I ask, what exactly is this ‘training house’ the matriarch mentioned?” Huang Yan was startled. Could this training house be related to the brothels or even the infamous Eight Alleys?

Meanwhile, Wukong and Qu Qingyan had received the Buddha’s seal from the Great Sun Tathagata atop Mount Ling, truly becoming members of Western Buddhism.

But precisely because of this, many envied them—the noble families and even the federal government all wanted a piece of them. They had no choice but to band together, lavishly recruiting high-level Dragon Tongue speakers, forming an alliance for self-protection.

“I'm afraid I don’t yet have the qualifications to teach a natural Thunder Body,” the old man sighed deeply.

That night, Wang Zihao was pondering how to begin investigating the drug dealers, half-awake, when he heard his door open.

Beiyan Ji closed her eyes, lips slightly parted as if singing. The melody was graceful, rising from a deep tone to a soaring pitch. But because it was an ancient, strange tribal language, Zhang Ye couldn’t understand a word.

“Bufan, if you have things to do, go ahead. There’s a nurse here, so Xue’er doesn’t need to stay. Let her go back with you all,” Sīniànrúfēng scratched his head and said.

His hair was sparse and he had a large paunch, seeming to struggle even when walking. But judging by the dense ribbons and medals on his shoulders and chest, he was no ordinary man. Military rank doesn’t always equate to strength, but those truly in high positions usually possess formidable talents.

I stopped looking at Wu Nian and moved to the window, leaping out. The moment I jumped, I heard Wu Nian’s faint sigh.

“You’ve been hiding your strength all along!” The crown prince finally realized, speaking with unwillingness.

Pei Zile looked at me, his cold sneer shifting to sarcasm, then to disappointment, and finally settling into calm.

Yun Heng suddenly felt the noise was overwhelming. She wasn’t heartless; it was just that someone like Zhou Zhengli wasn’t worth pity. If she had understood how to keep a low profile in this dark hI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.