Volume One, Chapter 32: The Fate of Yu's Mother

“I’ll be on a business trip tomorrow,” Bian Xunzho straightened up, his large, well-defined hand smoothing the hem of his suit. The swiftly passing lights outside the car cast sharp shadows across his chiseled profile, making him appear somewhat aloof.

Wen Xuyu’s delicate brows were slightly furrowed; she didn’t understand why he suddenly shifted the topic.

Although the protective shield couldn’t be detected until it was breached, this man had no discernible aura yet possessed such a shield—how could Ye Wuhen not be astonished?

Lightning rolled over Lu Ziping’s body, turning him pitch black from head to toe, writhing in agony on the ground.

Though there were few below the third tier in the top cities, the process of breaking through to the third tier had always been arduous for these people.

All in all, adventurers continually took on tasks, earning abundant survival points and items with ease. Daniel, the old fox, was thoroughly delighted to see Iceflame thriving, while Uluze, as Iceflame’s highest leader, was naturally relieved that everything was proceeding smoothly.

He had considered the possibility of the other two families, but upon reflection, it was impossible. Both the Li and Jiang families had been destroyed; though some remnants remained, they simply didn’t possess such strength. As for the other suspects, Han Yizhen racked his brains but could not come up with an answer.

What she failed to notice was that, despite Fang Xiyuan’s cold expression, her heart had never been so chaotic.

Soon after, Shangguan Yunyao’s father and others stepped onto the giant sword. Fortunately, the sword was spacious enough to accommodate fifty people without issue.

“That’s good. This matter is of utmost importance; it must be resolved within the next two days,” Yang Zhen reiterated solemnly.

“This one is Marshal Shi Shuang’s ring from Snow Wolf Valley!” Di Ying introduced. She did not mention that she had begged King Niu Dali for it just moments ago.

Some races could be persuaded with reason; others simply needed their fur smoothed.

After inspecting the tables and chairs, Yu Dao looked at the gourd in his hand, a genuine smile spreading across his face. It was his first magical device—not only could it capture people, but it could also store objects. If he refined it further, its power and mystical abilities would only grow.

Ji Xuan didn’t care what expression Ji Zhenchuan wore now; as long as he agreed to her terms, his tone could be as harsh as he liked—she could bear it.

A gaping hole yawned in his left chest, empty within; his heart had long been gouged out.

Yu Dao forced down his panic and asked in confusion, “What?” Pretending not to understand, he continued, “I wonder what purpose brings you here with me, sister?” His words carried a hint of mockery, attempting to divert attention.

After the performance, Ji Xin returned to the stage, bringing a board covered with slips of paper—questions from her fans.

No matter how much respect Xiahou Youyi had for Xiahou Yu, once he had a wife and children of his own, he had to consider their interests.

This time, Wushan did not abduct her to a house with a large bed; instead, he parked the car at a distance and took her to the beach.

Will thought to himself: No wonder he survived the same era as Roger and emerged unscathed; his instincts are incredibly sharp.

The evening air was chilly; sitting idly as she was, Ji Xuan felt a bit cold and couldn’t help rubbing her arms.

As for the local officials along the way, they needn’t even be mentioned. Smuggling was a serious crime—no one would confess until the very last moment.

Having dodged with a slight tilt, Gaskak’s arm extended, looping behind Twenty-Two Gohan’s back, attempting to choke him.

Today, the emperor was much sterner than usual; she had lost count of how many times she’d been knocked on the head that morning. But she hadn’t fully woken up, so it didn’t hurt anyway.