Chapter 164: He Zheyu's Fatal Flaw

Early in the morning, Mo Qinghan was awakened by the ringing of her phone. Dazed and half-asleep, she fumbled blindly around the bed, searching every corner within reach until she finally touched her target. With a drowsy and sleepy tone, she muttered, "Hello...?"

Before Mo Qinghan could even sound remotely awake, Yan Jinxi on the other end of the line did not give her the slightest chance to speak further.

"An'an, you couldn't have forgotten our..."

Yan Jinxi's words instantly snapped Mo Qinghan fully awake. She bolted upright and blurted out, "Give me half an hour! I promise I'll be there in half an hour."

Without waiting for a reply, she hung up the phone in a panic, scrambled out of bed, threw open the wardrobe, and grabbed a random outfit. Meanwhile, lying on the bed...

"Then I can only say I'm sorry. Alright, hanging up." Shanya said and immediately disconnected the call without a shred of hesitation. Anyway, being late meant death, and not going also meant death; since both paths led to the same end, she might as well embrace it decisively.

However, when she raised her eyes and caught sight of Lin Hao's straight, tall back and his flowing long hair, she froze completely in her tracks.

Of course, this was also thanks to He Zhan, who had shouldered the responsibility of being a "companion" and voluntarily offered to tutor Eleven in horseback riding.

Fortunately, after a night of emergency treatment, Father Jin was finally out of danger. He was currently under observation in the intensive care unit and could only be transferred to a general ward once his condition stabilized.

In Jinyang, Bingzhou, inside the Grand General's Manor, Jing Fei had already returned from Chang'an. Standing right beside Zhao Qian, he reported every single detail of the recent upheaval in Chang'an to him.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." Yet, Su Mo was still hesitating over whether or not she should tell Li Yaotian.

Just as they were about to head down to the river, Jun Yao and his group also arrived at this valley. Seeing the Myanmar soldiers attempting to move upstream from the river, and hindered by the language barrier, Jun Yao hurriedly called out to Song Yi to stop them.

Upon learning that his precious son had been beaten up, Fu Guocheng was heartbroken beyond measure. After all, he only had this single son, whom he had cherished like the apple of his eye. Now that he saw his son bullied to this extent, could he possibly endure it? If he could endure this, he wouldn't be Fu Guocheng.

"Ah Jin, did you call Yaotian just now?" Su Mo softly asked Ah Jin, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Damn it, your comparison makes me completely lose my appetite!" I shifted my gaze from the television to the fatty.

"That's fine, but after we return this time, the people of the Five Elements Village won't need to stand guard there anymore, so we can set them free." Tianhun sighed, feeling sorry for the people of the Five Elements Village who had guarded their bodies for hundreds of years, generation after generation, confined to that tiny patch of land.

Two forces collided fiercely, and the winding, spiritual essence of the sun fire was cut off right at the waist.

Therefore, Wei Yi was completely won over by his outrageously extravagant words. Instead of trying to reason with him using grand principles, her heart felt overwhelmingly sweet.

"I'm fine, don't cry." Song Yinjiang patted Song Qingyin's back and said, before her body grew limp and she collapsed into Song Qingyin's arms. Xu Qingmo, standing nearby, also reached out to grab her arm.

"Are you really fine? I'll be right outside. If there's anything troubling you..." Before Xu Qingmo could finish his sentence, another pillow came flying through the air.

"Since you're so emotional right now, I think we shouldn't talk anymore. I'd better leave first!" Han Jinfeng looked at Mo Qianqian's angry expression and her flushed face, letting out a cold, disdainful snort.

Xu Qingmo dug into his ear, suspecting that he had misheard. Just as he was about to chase after her to make sure, the cabinet door behind him suddenly flew open.

Uncle? Was he really that old-looking? He was only twenty-seven years old this year; was he already classified as middle-aged?

A crimson sword Qi shockwave crashed fiercely against the sword sphere, and the expanding shockwave of the explosion instantly engulfed the entire combat arena. Over a dozen vice admirals simultaneously unleashed their Haki to defend the surroundings; otherwise, the ordinary citizens in the stands would have been doomed.

Running a bit further ahead, she noticed a morning food stall where several people were seated, drinking soy milk and eating steamed buns.

After all, only when there is love in one's heart can there be light in one's eyes. Without even light, how can one speak of love? Thus, in the end, Yusheng simply smiled indifferently at the man in glasses.

It was just that this yearning was deeply buried in the bottom of her heart—buried so deep that even she herself could no longer perceive it.