Volume One Chapter 33: Business Trip

Her crisp suit hung beside her blouse and long skirt; the hem of the skirt and the sleeves entwined and brushed against each other, creating a subtle sense of intimacy. Wen Xuyu averted her gaze, grabbed her change of clothes, and quickly entered the bathroom.

In the past, she would always glance slyly at his expression with those mischievous eyes, but now she merely smiled gently, with a refined elegance that left him unable to fault her. Yet he knew that her true self was nothing like this.

Before departure, they produced a piece of clothing for us and the police dogs to sniff. It was then that I learned this was left behind by that iron-faced man last time; when they apprehended him, this was all they managed to get. We could only rely on the scent lingering on this garment to track him.

Xu Lan, who had remained silent all along, frowned slightly. Xiao Zitian truly seemed heaven’s favored child—bestowed with nearly everything by fate.

Lu Jinyang offered some token resistance, but could only retreat helplessly, deciding to fall back to the second tower and await reinforcement from his teammates.

Hearing their words, I immediately caught on, my canine face flushing with embarrassment. I shook my head vigorously, regaining my composure.

Han Yue touched her forehead. She had used some black ash and powder to wipe her face, making the blood-red birthmark barely noticeable.

She was staring at him in a daze when, at some point, Sikong Yanfei turned his face toward her, and their eyes met unexpectedly.

Elsewhere, Mu Yingchen departed surrounded by bodyguards; the black trench coat lent his gentle demeanor an added edge of severity.

Such circumstances were highly disadvantageous for the boys. Even during the official entrance ceremony organized by the event hosts, faint boos could be heard from the audience.

Tie Rou’s Upward Evil was poised to strike in her hand—she seemed ready to chop down Han Fei for Wang Wan’s sake, if Wang Wan so much as nodded.

Fifth Lord’s strength was unfathomable, yet he was never one for fame or gain—he simply loved tea. The Cuiwei Cloud Mist tea Chen Tiannan gifted him was grown atop Cuiwei Mountain, harvested as the very first flush each spring, with only the topmost bud taken from each tree. Thus, this packet of tea was exceptionally precious.

Meanwhile, on the other side, before Xu Bin, an enforcer lay pressed tightly against the ground, unable to move an inch.

Yang Jian kept his head lowered, quietly following behind the coldly beautiful Violet Eyes and the noble, striking Kyle.

The red dot at the center of the screen flickered, confusing everyone gathered in the square. Since when could marks on the screen flash?

With nothing external to disturb them, both man and insect could peacefully immerse themselves in their own cultivation, contending with the will of the heavens, sharpening themselves, striving for breakthrough and advancement.

If this conversation were overheard by Ye Zhuo, Xiang Liwu, or any of the other cultivators from the Valley of Chaotic Currents, their expressions would be hard to imagine, though muttered curses would surely be inevitable.

"It's like this—I don't want everyone to know I'm taking medicine, as it would make them worry. Good Shui'er, promise your sister-in-law not to tell anyone, all right?" Wan'er looked earnestly at Shui'er.

"Hey, who’s at the back? Are you suffocating, or is your rear blocked—why are you out of power? Planning to sit back and let others reap the benefits?" An obviously irritated voice shouted loudly ahead of Xiang You, and for a moment, everyone could hear it clearly.

Luo Tian’s head throbbed even more painfully. Still, he gritted his teeth and pressed on—he had to endure. Amid the frenzied fighting, his composure slowly returned; he could fight desperately, but he would never throw his life away foolishly.