Chapter Eighty-Two: The Harm That Befell Her Was None Other Than the Ill-Fated Bond Between You and Me

A sudden approach of an unfamiliar man's presence left Mo Qinghan frozen for a moment, forgetting to dodge. After a while, Shang Linjun slowly straightened up, slipped one hand into his pocket, and a wicked smile curled at his lips. He glanced at the two cups of coffee on the table, arching his handsome brows, "For the sake of being from the same hometown, Miss Murong, let's say the coffee is your treat." With that, he didn't pause for a second, heading straight for the café's exit.

Mo Qinghan, still rooted to the spot and not yet recovered from the encounter, stared at Shang Linjun's retreating figure, now vanished from her sight. She gripped her canvas bag so tightly that she could feel the pain from the friction against her palm. Her gaze was clouded with confusion, her mind echoing with countless questions: Who am I, really? Or perhaps—

But it was precisely because Liu Huaidong had already eaten barbecue before he arrived that he was lucky enough to taste the Pu'er tea, Blue Label Songpin Tribute, which Master Yang had treasured for many years.

For now, since he himself couldn’t ascend to immortality, he thought—let his own father ascend instead, let his father become the legendary immortal.

Having said this, the fat man offered his phone to Lin Hua with a fawning expression, yearning written all over his face, as if Lin Hua refused to take the phone, he would kneel right then and there.

Pighead pointed to the horse beside him; at this moment, the white horse was no longer a horse, it had collapsed on the ground, nothing left but a ghastly white skeleton, its flesh and blood vanished without a trace.

As Xiao Mo entered the house, he sensed something was off. His master’s expression was somber, Jiang Chen looked slightly embarrassed, while the unfamiliar man with the red face and long beard was utterly indifferent.

Yet Liu Changsheng had no choice. From the moment he joined the Hall of Desperate Fate over twenty years ago, he had forfeited his right and ability to choose.

Even though Mu Changshou understood all this, he would rather not face the ninth tribulation of heaven, preferring instead to let Zhou Ye take it.

Zhang Xiao furrowed his brow; he hadn’t expected this person to speak to him, but it seemed he had misunderstood something.

After several teleportations, the two emerged from the water again. Ming and Yue finally managed to clothe themselves, their loose robes covering the important parts, though occasional glimpses through the gaps hinted at allure. Xiao Mo’s heart fluttered, and he hurriedly looked away, tending to the deep bite wound on his shoulder.

He glanced again at the place where the white light had appeared last night; all was calm now, not a trace left behind. Naturally, since it happened in midair, leaving evidence would have been difficult.

Di Luo laughed heartily, as if hearing the greatest joke, saying nothing, only staring at Nordland, a strange glint flickering in his eyes.

Chu Zixiao’s gaze held complicated emotions as she looked at Jian Mo. In the end, she handed her the glass of water. After a few sips, Jian Mo couldn’t tell if the bitterness on her palate was the cause, but the water tasted faintly astringent.

"Let go of me. Let go of me. The car has left. Let go of me," Xia Youyi shouted in agitation.

A slender figure approached the window, paused, then raised a hand to push it open.

When Baiding Shan entered, he was dozing at the edge of the bed, clutching a handkerchief. Hearing the commotion, he opened his eyes and saw Bao Chun, finally awakening.

But his workload seemed to have increased; every time, his phone rang incessantly.

"Why do you think that?" Yun Changkong asked curiously. Possessing a divine soul meant two possibilities: either a mortal soul had mutated, or a divine being had possessed a mortal body. Generally, both possibilities were extremely rare; otherwise, divine souls would be too common.

Upon returning to the house where he’d lived years ago, Li Yu was stunned. Nothing familiar remained—only barren land, not a single disciple residing there anymore.

A car glided past the department store right on time. On the giant screen outside, the news was playing—a story about the Emperor Group's acquisition of JK Group.

Feng Ruhuang never expected Nangong Ming to arrive at this moment; she coughed awkwardly.

At that moment, a spark stirred in her heart. Sheets of golden light burst from her body, their dazzling brilliance outshining even the radiant sun.