Chapter 50: In Need of a Hug

Jiang Zeyu glanced at Qu Wan’s exposed ankles; her clothing was far too thin for the weather. Turning back to the group behind him, he apologized, “Director Xu, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to excuse myself for now. Please go ahead and enjoy your meal. I’ll take my wife upstairs first.”

“Of course, of course,” the director replied with a nod, casting a quick glance at Qu Wan’s face.

Jiang Zeyu wrapped an arm protectively around her as they stepped into the elevator, the assistant hurrying after them. Reaching out, he took her hand and was startled by how cold her little fingers felt.

“Why didn’t you wear more clothes?”

“I forgot to bring anything warmer. I bought this set at the airport, and honestly, the hotel lobby’s heating is so inadequate—I’m freezing,” she complained.

Without hesitation, Jiang Zeyu took off his coat and wrapped her entirely in his embrace.

Those with a spiritual sense often possessed some degree of sensitivity to spiritual entities, and her gift was particularly heightened. Because her spirit had unique attributes, she could distinctly sense the ever-growing number of new spirits and unfamiliar beasts emerging in this Illusionary World.

Leng Yuchen lay reclined on the chaise lounge Su Yuqing favored, idly turning over a white embroidered cat ornament crafted with delicate silk threads, examining it from every angle.

Feng Shang suddenly halted mid-stride, and Qin Qi, caught off guard, almost stumbled and fell flat on his face.

For Mo Yinfan, returning her consciousness to her body was never difficult as long as she had a stable and safe space, along with ample time. Her body, though no longer as nimble as before, bore not a single mark or scar upon her hands and legs.

Sun Chengyi saluted, equally perplexed, unable to fathom why Consort Yun had summoned him.

“In recent decades, every sect and school has seen the emergence of remarkable talents. This heralds the dawn of a grand era. Therefore, after much deliberation with the other leaders, we have decided to send our disciples out to temper themselves. And the place chosen for this trial is the Land of Sin!” the Sword Sage said calmly.

After all, the proprietress had only danced—and for that, lost an arm. The most tragic part was that she would likely never play the qin again.

To protect her from the crushing force of the spatial currents, Fan Ning thoughtfully erected a defensive barrier around them. Within its confines, they remained untouched by the turbulence outside.

In truth, since witnessing his skill with a blade the previous night, Leng Muzhen had been deeply impressed. Even when he boasted of his prowess, she found it entirely justified.

Xuan Yuan Aotian’s gaze crashed into Ye Xue’s, while Ye Xue herself—dressed in purple, golden crown atop her head, her unadorned, flawless face as pale and stunning as jade—met Xuan Yuan Aotian’s eyes in return.

Ye Xiaorou looked at Yan Jia’er, her mind drifting back to the conversation she’d overheard in the stairwell. Was this gentle-smiling Yan Jia’er truly Li Chunxiao’s rival?

“And what if you did hear everything?” Li Yongdong, uncertain of Ye Xingchen’s intentions, asked warily.

Clearly, apart from Yan Nanzheng and Jiang Jingyue, none of those present believed in Ye Xingchen. Especially as Lin Xuanzang’s astral soul appeared above Ye Xingchen’s head, the others’ skepticism grew.

The atmosphere relaxed amid laughter and easy conversation, as everyone accepted the unfortunate truth that their emperor was indeed a foolish ruler. Each resolved, in their own way, to do what they could for the good of the people.

“Your injuries are nearly healed. When do you plan to leave?” Ye Xiaorou asked directly.

Almost all the plots Tang Qiao had previously identified as suitable for medicinal herbs had already been fenced off and were being converted into indoor cultivation bases.

Yang Yisheng laughed, giving a fist bump to his companion. With a brother’s support, everything suddenly seemed more achievable.

Nightingale: Passion is essential, a necessity of life. But misapplied, it only brings twice the sorrow.

The so-called safe zone was the very heart of the grand formation, where attacks from the array could be easily dodged. The Buddhist devotees sought only safety, not great rewards—content with survival and peace.

Commander Yuan’s abilities were not lacking, but he often responded impatiently to crises, sometimes with overly direct or forceful methods. Now that things had improved, he quickly devised the best solution and began actively seeking to take control of the situation.