Chapter 93: The Beginning of the Counterattack, Part 2

After speaking, she prepared to take Yan Jinxi away from this muddied situation she never should have been involved in. Yet at this moment, Zhao Yiya was determined that He Zheyu must realize that Mo Qinghan was now a ticking time bomb at his side, ready to blow him to pieces at any moment. What was most crucial was that behind Mo Qinghan stood the formidable Shang Linjun, pushing her forward.

Just as Mo Qinghan was about to step away, Zhao Yiya's voice sounded again. The three syllables of "Mo Qinghan" had barely left her lips when Zhao Yiya deliberately covered her mouth, letting out a light laugh. "Oh—not quite right. Should I call you Murong An now, or perhaps Mrs. Shang? That would be more appropriate, wouldn't it?"

Mo Qinghan narrowed her eyes, staring at Zhao Yiya's face, that false smile. Her steps, about to move, immediately halted.

Hearing the voice, the other party turned around. What he saw was just an ordinary student. Ye Gao vaguely remembered him—his name seemed to be Xu Ming. His aptitude was average, but he was diligent and hardworking.

General Grugin, though in his forties, appeared remarkably young. He wore a neatly trimmed beard, had fair skin, handsome features, and a tall, imposing figure. He was warm and affable, lacking any trace of aristocratic arrogance or officialdom.

After finishing his words, He Yuzhu took a drag from his cigarette, turned, and prepared to leave. He had no time to waste playing games with them—there were still so many things to buy for tomorrow’s wedding. He was just about to go inside to call his sister.

When Su Xi had met Ling Jiuze before, he hadn’t reacted this strongly. But today, it was as if some deep-seated enmity had suddenly surfaced.

The other soared into the sky, overlooking everything below. Even the ancestral spirit deer could not match his speed in flight.

Before this, he had racked his brains to share everything he knew with the legion commanders.

She considered leaving, hoping to ask Feng Shengheng for a better room. But to avoid arousing suspicion from Cui Xingjue, she had to endure for now, planning to think of something else after giving him the medicine.

What lay before Li Yi was utter darkness, with a faint glimmer of light in the distance where indistinct figures moved in the crowd.

Liu Chengyou dispatched Hou Yi, the Prefect of Kaifeng, Zhang Yanchao, the Military Commissioner of the Baoda Army, and Yan Jinqing, the Guest Minister, to lead their troops against Guo Wei. He also sent the eunuch Cong Tuo to scout Guo Wei’s movements.

This sensation could belong only to a master who had comprehended sword intent. The question was, to what level had this man’s sword intent reached?

If Lord Mi led his troops westward, the rear would surely burst into flames. The remaining generals would not accept each other’s authority, inevitably quarreling over who should be in charge. In just a few days, the once mighty Wagang Army would collapse from infighting. By then, Lord Mi, isolated and marching west, would be in grave danger.

This time, Ye Feng did not refuse further, lest he appear insincere. After transferring funds via the shop’s POS system, he planned to cut open the stone right there, hoping for a lucky start—a good omen.

Confirming that it was Princess Pingyang who bent over Lin Qingmei, Honglian hurriedly apologized with utmost respect. She had overstepped by probing the princess’s condition without permission—a grave offense.

He was an innate martial artist who had emerged from the Demonic Sect and understood the temperaments of their experts well. When facing the strong, one must show respect, or risk being slain without even knowing how it happened.

Yet, seeing Lei Tingting’s giant-like bearing with his own eyes, he was still utterly stunned by her presence.

After two days searching within Liangba’s borders without any news, Li Lingyi could no longer keep calm.

It seemed the two of them had done this more than once. At first, I worried they might make mistakes, but it appeared there was no problem at all.

“My God, is this real? Such a perfect piece of natural jadeite carving!” The onlookers could not help but exclaim in awe.

Li Qingmu reached for a feather to tease them, then suddenly realized—she had been so busy mocking Wu Fengtian that she’d forgotten to ask which two birds belonged to Wu Yue and which one to Wu Fengtian.

His resolute tone made Xu Mingzhao’s expression turn especially grim and terrifying. His voice carried a natural authority, cold as frost.