Chapter Ninety-Four: A Call for Reconciliation

Zhang Yuling was stunned for a moment, then her brows drew together.

She turned away.

"Xiao Fan was right to hit him."

After hearing that, Qian Jiang looked as though he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

He stood there, so shocked he could not find the words.

It was almost as if Zhang Yuling had been the one in the wrong.

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In Xing Liangjun’s position, one had to tread on eggshells and live in constant caution. How could he have made a blunder like the one yesterday?

He not only rattled on endlessly inside the Heaven-Reaching Ring, but also keenly discovered some of its marvelous properties.

The moment he saw the other person’s scanty clothing and felt the strange change in his own body, how could Ouyang Zhenhua, as a man, not know what had happened?

At the current pace, even in the most ideal circumstances, it would still take at least another week to produce more than two thousand machetes.

Bai Chenfeng looked at the two items she handed over, one a lotus gum-soothing formula and the other a white tea crystal scent. He did not know the difference, only felt that the white one seemed fresher, so he chose the white tea version for her.

Hearing Chu Xuan’er’s words, Ye Chen staggered back a step, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Brother Zhang, that lady just now is..." Ye Feng was no fool in social situations. At a glance, he could tell that Zhou Fang’s concern for Zhang Yang was not the simple kind of relationship one saw between boss and subordinate, nor merely a casual affair. There had to be more to it.

As for Zhao Tiezhu, he cultivated every path. Now, with only his soul power, he could shake every cultivator in existence. After all preparations were complete, Zhao Tiezhu slowly closed his eyes.

The guard had not yet had time to act when Fourteen suddenly lunged at the crown prince and drove a fist at him.

If we were to seal it away intact, that would work, but then we would have made the trip for nothing and gained no reward for our trouble.

Bai Kai told me to squat in the corner while he hauled himself up onto the top of the structure. I heard his footsteps pacing back and forth above.

Whenever all was quiet, I would miss Fourteen terribly, longing for him so much it almost ached. I would think that if I could see him, even for just a few minutes, even if we did not speak, I would be content.

We had no real destination. So the only choice was to keep moving along the wider roads. It was safer that way.

I had wanted to give him a stern scolding in the morning, but when I woke, he was gone again, and I had no idea where he had gone to carry out his duties.

He could not bring himself to speak of it, so he followed the emperor to Mount Tai for the grand sacrifice and the conferral of legitimacy, and instead handed this formidable task to Eunuch Cao, hoping that by the time he returned, Lin Xi’s anger would have subsided.

He touched the teapot on the table; the tea was still pleasantly warm, so he poured two cups and handed one to Lin Xi.

After bowing to the guards, Fang Yan finally went over to sit aside and, without any politeness, took up the roasted meat nearby and ate heartily. He had not eaten for ten hours, and truly was rather hungry.

Wu Fei blocked my way and had already begun reciting the incantation. As soon as he finished, the yellow talisman paper in his hand burst into flame. He hurled it out, then bit his own finger until it bled and smeared the blood onto the peachwood sword before flinging the blade with force.

Ye Yaotiao did not want to owe Director Lin a favor. She had originally meant to refuse outright, but then she immediately thought of using this excuse to stir up trouble.

Xuwen had heard that when people are nervous, drinking a little water can help ease it. She truly feared that Han Shaoxun might collapse.

What had once been nothing but a vast wasteland, overrun with weeds, had clearly been tidied by someone. Clumps of brush and protruding stones had all been removed. At a glance, only a faint stretch of green remained, looking just like a vast carpet of emerald velvet, trembling lightly in the breeze and extraordinarily refreshing to the spirit.

Chunyu Cheng barred her way and would not let her in, and fearing that the elevator might suddenly close or something of the sort, Hua Yingzi took a step back.