Chapter 45: Separation

Jiang Zeyu glanced at the time. “Yes, it’s a ten o’clock flight.”

“Shall I take you to the airport?”

He looked at her. “My assistant is already downstairs. We’re leaving together.”

Qu Wan nodded. “Then you’d better hurry, don’t miss your flight.”

Jiang Zeyu had two suitcases with him, one of which Qu Wan had packed. She was about to see him off downstairs.

The elevator descended slowly, and the atmosphere grew quiet. Qu Wan stared at the floor numbers. The moment the elevator chimed and stopped, she knew he was about to leave.

She stayed in the elevator, looking at Jiang Zeyu. “I won’t go down with you. Take care while filming.”

Jiang Zeyu was silent.

The two disciples of the Academy of Martial Strategy exchanged glances. In the end, they reluctantly agreed, withdrawing from Ming and Yue’s room and standing guard at the door with their backs turned, ready to prevent any mishap.

The Sage of Shangqing Mountain arrived uninvited, coming from the other direction, just missing the young man—one leaving, one arriving. The elder saw Xiao Mo hesitate only for a moment before agreeing, a look of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He nodded slightly. “Very well. In that case, let your brother join the Academy of Martial Strategy. What do you think?” A faint smile appeared on his face.

He could clearly sense the spiritual energy all around, steadily gathering toward the demonic dragon.

So many days had passed since the explosion outside the southern suburbs. The news had lost its heat, and follow-up reports were scarce. Whether this was the result of deliberate suppression or simply the public’s short memory, no one could say.

For some reason, deep in Chu Nian’s heart, there was a peculiar feeling, as if Chu Shang didn’t truly want to go north with her, but was merely making an excuse in a moment of urgency.

Having blurted out his words in haste, Qi Shaoyan forgot about his fear of ghosts, but since he’d already said it, to take it back now would make him seem lacking in manliness.

He could only be grateful that he no longer harbored any illusions, so his heart didn’t ache—just felt a little strange.

As the myriad palm shadows collided with the surging black mist, the air was filled with the sound of something being corroded by strong acid, mixed with countless desperate, miserable howls.

Ming Yingshan listened to his words, her eyes, always clear as water, now suddenly veiled in a heavy mist. Whether from sudden pain, or from Chu Shao’s vow that she would be his only wife for life, she could not tell.

After a hearty meal, the three made their way down to the base of the Cangyue Tower. Jun Yifeng, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke to Xin Yueheng. "You—" He got halfway through his sentence before something seemed to catch in his throat, and he could say no more.

On the other end of the phone, Mo Gu’s voice was so gentle it was unrecognizable as his own... Even through the line, Bingru grew embarrassed, her face flushing red.

He went to the farthest corner and sat down, always exuding an intangible air of nobility, yet with a stern, cold edge that kept strangers at bay.

Zong Zheng Mingjiao’s power was formidable now, after absorbing so much vital energy from others. As soon as she descended the mountain, she headed straight for the most crowded places.

If not for that fateful accident, Bingru would never have met... Mo Gu, and none of those things would have happened. The thought made her chest feel even tighter.

Without waiting for Youmeng’s consent, Xiwu snatched the hairpin from her hand, drew her into his arms, and with infinite patience and care, placed the ornament exactly where he thought it looked most perfect in her hair.

The alchemist asked Tie Wandao’s father whether anything strange had occurred during construction.

Having just endured the baptism of memories, eighty-one times over, he could still smile so radiantly now.

“Chen Sheng, I don’t care about your reputation in Hong Kong. Gu He is my family, and you won’t lay a finger on her.” Ji Jie’s tone betrayed no obvious anger, but there was a deep current of fury beneath it.

Well then, Ji Cuilian had been beaten so badly, and Lin Xiaoxiao didn’t care, even took the child out to eat—was that supposed to be some kind of celebration?

Gu Qiulan waved her hand. This time it was a union between the Shen and Xie families. The guests were many, not only locals from the capital, but from other places as well.