Chapter 116: Visiting Mo Qingyu’s Grave for the First Time

He was the first to approach the dining table, gentlemanly pulling out a chair to invite Mo Qinghan and Yan Jinxi to sit down. Both of them simultaneously expressed their thanks.

Later, Mo Qinghan noticed a faint redness and swelling at the corner of Zhe Yu’s mouth—clearly the result of a beating. Her rational mind told her this was none of her concern, so she chose to remain silent.

Yan Jinxi, sitting beside her, glanced at Mo Qinghan before casting a sidelong look at Zhe Yu’s bruised face, her expression full of puzzlement. She thought to herself, “These two are nothing short of actors. Weren't they sleeping together just last night? Yet today, they meet like strangers. I wonder how long I’ll need to learn the composure Mo Qinghan carries with her.”

Just as Gu Yan took his seat, he spotted the injury on He Zhe Yu’s lip and asked, “How did you get that wound?”

He Zhe Yu said nothing.

“That’s interesting. You’re the one who checked on me half a month ago, aren’t you? I have to admit, the you from back then was quite clever—at least you knew when to back off. Now you think that breaking into the innate realm gives you the right to challenge me?” Gao Tianyu sneered.

That morning, Gu Yupei woke up, freshened up, and habitually checked the entertainment news of the day.

“Senior Brother, I want to volunteer,” Wuzhuo said to Lin Ziyu upon hearing the words of the sect leader.

You can imagine, once you completely lose my support, how will you stand against him?

“How infuriating! He completely ignored me!” Cat Baby glared at the departing figure with displeasure, instantly dropping her affection for him to zero.

Everyone present had the same thought. When the Holy Emperor proposed the conditions regarding Lu Shan yesterday, their first instinct was to consider this a collaboration between Lu Shan and the Holy Emperor.

Lin Ye found it amusing. Where did Shen Lijun get the idea that he was trying to ingratiate himself with the Shen family? Wasn’t it Old Shen who, when Lin Ye wasn’t paying attention, invited Su Yue and the others over first? Lin Ye himself had no choice but to come.

“I understand. I will take good care of this,” Kelly said, deeply moved by her trust in Lu Shan.

The sea near the coastline was frozen solid for ten miles. The deep blue ice emitted a strange glow, hinting at something beneath desperately struggling to break free. Along the distant shore, numerous withered tree trunks lay encased in ice, as if telling tales of the once lush forests that had thrived there.

“My mother has arranged my engagement, you know?” The Ninth Prince pushed away Feng Xiying’s hand and poured himself another drink.

These predatory beasts were bloodthirsty by nature—thick-skinned, sharp-horned, and fiercely temperamental. The noble hunters had failed to slay the wild beast in one fell swoop. Now, wounded and cornered, the enraged creature fought back fiercely, killing several young nobles in the fray.

Li Shule and her brother nodded in understanding. She carefully reminded her to buy a bottle of sobering pills from the pharmacy before returning, then left with two bodyguards.

The protective formation was once again ignored. The cultivators guarding it sensed the familiar aura and guessed who it was, too apathetic to move—they had long since become numb to it.

Besides changing the product’s name, everything else was identical. This was no mere borrowing or plagiarism; it was a blatant, outright copy.

“That’s true.” If she had the ability, ten or eight wouldn’t be a problem. Nan Qiao seriously contemplated the feasibility of this matter.

What kind of person was Brother Lanyang? And why was he under surveillance? Zhuo Xi found herself quietly speculating.

Hua Han opened her eyes, her usual languid demeanor now tinged with an inexplicable nobility. Previously, Hua Han’s appearance and temperament were quite commendable, but today she seemed transformed—more refined, more aristocratic.

Xiao Wan’er had deceived the Shen family for so long, keeping them spinning in circles. Naturally, the Shen family could not pretend nothing had happened.

Qian Ji Yao remained remarkably composed. Although the skinny monkey’s provocation stirred the competitive spirit within her, making her want nothing more than to beat him back to his mother’s womb.

Li Fu couldn’t help but give them additional instructions before ordering someone to prepare Luo Guang in the outer courtyard. He left four personal guards behind and took the rest with him to the military camp.

Lian Fangzhou lifted her head from A Jian’s embrace, staring icily at the Qiao family—cold to the extreme, yet utterly composed.