Chapter 68: Hung Up!

First, he had just seen off Lady Li Wanning, and now his fifth sister had brought along a little girl? What was going on today? Chen Fan was utterly bewildered.

“Le’er, this is my younger brother, Chen Fan.”
“Xiaofan, this is one of my students, her name is Li Le’er.”

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After speaking, Mo Qingwu glanced at Yifan. For some reason, ever since that incident, every time she saw him, she would recall that embarrassing day, causing her cheeks to flush with heat.

As for Yun Feng and Xia Tian, they paid no mind, simply striding inside toward the place where they had first encountered the Divine Ancestor Yuan Zhi. At this moment, Xia Tian could barely contain his eagerness to see You Ruo again.

For the sake of his only kin, he had no choice but to beg desperately every day. He cared nothing for the humiliation others heaped upon him—his only fear was never seeing his sister again.

“I’ll be waiting for your return.” With those words, he stopped looking at the distant figure and quietly awaited the arrival of Li Qi and the others.

“This close, I’m certain I could finish that guy with a single shot,” Black Fox said confidently to White Shark.

“Ah Peng, would you come and keep us company? We’re a little frightened,” Phoebe Ari said. Having heard Wang Zhipeng’s voice just outside the big tent, her tone became much steadier.

Lin Xinying, watching this scene, finally relaxed. After all, according to her investigation, Shen Yun seemed to be a ‘returnee’ who had only come back from America two or three years prior. Authentic Western cuisine should be no challenge for him.

Yifan, too, felt at ease. This demonic lotus should already possess intelligence; it was likely aware of the things he had said within his core. Fortunately, he didn’t need to act personally—how freeing that was.

“No! He’s not dead yet!” Lei Heng’s face was filled with shock. He had never expected that Ling Yunxiao would still be alive and even show further signs of life.

“Bing Cui!” Li Ping sat beside Bing Cui, tightly holding her hand and calling her name softly.

Gong Qing braved the rain to assist with disaster relief inside the city. The old registrar of Sheyang County, a local, stopped Gong Qing just after he had inspected the city walls.

It seemed now that Wu Fen had, just moments ago, shown great restraint toward him, the eldest imperial brother. How many times had he held back already?

“What is the old general saying? The reason I dare to act with such force is, in fact, because of the support of all you generals. With the army on our side, all schemes and conspiracies are but paper tigers,” Li Jun said with a smile.

Wu Fentian charged like a tiger, both fists crashing down onto a thick gray stone slab. His fists, enveloped by the white tiger’s claws, struck the stone with tremendous force, shattering it into flying dust.

It turned out that Mr. Wang had fallen ill some time ago. It wasn’t a serious illness, and since Wang Sheng was away on business, the eldest son’s family had been caring for him.

Mengmeng was absolutely furious. Though only a portion of her family’s assets had been taken, it wasn’t about the money—it was the utter humiliation.

But at such a critical moment, even the Holy Emperor had used a secret art to warn him not to return. This proved just how uncertain the situation on the Tianyao Continent was.

In truth, things were not as they seemed. Since yesterday, when the first list of beheadings was announced, Yu Xiang had found it strange. His Highness the Crown Prince had not personally inspected the servants in the square—how did he know their names, and how did he judge who harbored disloyalty?

Hiring outsiders at the last minute was risky and inappropriate, so Li Yueshu went back to her family for help.

Beside her, Chen Pipi was also stunned. Neither of them had expected that Sang Sang would become Wei Guangming’s disciple.

“You…” The staff slipped from his hands, collapsing to the ground. The six streams of profound energy vanished with a puff, and the second-tier cultivator sank weakly to the floor, lost in regret.