Volume 1, Chapter 28: Toward the Setting Sun

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The expressions on several faces changed abruptly. Just as Cao Zhang was about to invite him in, Han Hao said, “It’s better for me to avoid General Xiahou.” Before Cao Zhang could reply, he retreated with Xiahou Dun to the rear tent. Only then did Zhou Yi approach the entrance, lift the curtain, and say, “The general requests the presence of Lord Sima.” A few hearty laughs followed, and Sima Fu entered the tent.

If he had not minded Luo Yu’s appearance, today Luo Yu should have been smiling at him.

The mountain stronghold was small, housing only two or three hundred men. Huan Yi invited Zhao Shu into his humble “Gathering Hall” and gestured for him to take the seat of honor. Zhao Shu firmly declined, and only then did they sit down as host and guest. While ordering servants to prepare food and drink, Huan Yi recounted the events after Chen Wu and I parted ways that day.

She complained bitterly, saying it was like a fairy tale! Then, I told her what had happened during the day. She said, “You must be crazy. That’s not the same as borrowing from that fool Er Hanzi; it’s like sending a meat bun to beat a dog—no chance of return.”

Ye Qinglan kept her eyes tightly shut, as if she could hear Ajiu’s voice faintly, though she couldn’t make out the words clearly.

Those standing below did not understand the reason. Seeing the thin man like this, they thought he was still brooding over last night’s matter. They lowered their heads and whispered among themselves, trying to figure out how to soothe the wounded feelings of this lord.

After hearing the words of the disciple from Mount Shu, many disciples who had been in the center of the square began moving toward the stone steps.

The walls of the room were made of an unknown material, resembling white jade or milky white crystal—smooth and bright, faintly glowing with a soft light.

What I said was nonsense. I knew that Wang Yun was the one overseeing the work this time. Hearing that old man look down on her, how could I not raise Wang Yun’s status a bit?

The man in white remained where he was, making no move—or rather, he needed no action. He raised his right hand, which glowed faintly white, once more, performing only this simple gesture.

“Could this also be a trait granted by the blessing?” Hu De asked beside him.

Huo Shi’er had intended to ignore it and quickly return to the main hall to summon help, but in the end, she couldn’t resist and turned back.

Within the First Legion, it seemed no one carrying the jade token showed symptoms of fever or cough.

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At dawn, Yun Qianfan and Ming Ruoxue bid farewell to Luo Lei and the others. Together, they headed south, aiming now to reach the Southern Mountain tribe to search for clues.

Clark shook his head. “Bruce and I share the same view: if it costs such a price to revive their lives, it surely goes against our original intent.”

Unexpectedly, the hospital had a healer, which brought great hope to the legion.

After speaking, he imitated the late Zhao elder’s habit—tapping his pipe against the sole of his shoe a few times, then chuckling foolishly.

Now she had everything—her husband had returned, and life held promise for continual improvement. There was no sign of decline.

He Liyang paused, then let out a delicate laugh, “I, I miss you.” His gaze drifted toward the distant forest.

Everyone prayed in their hearts that with the city lord personally taking action, the monsters would finally be defeated. Yet, they could not help but harbor some worries.

Su Anxi spoke confidently as she stepped onto the stage and took the microphone from the host, who had been awkwardly warming up the crowd.

Facing the battered and bloodied Landon struggling to approach, Carrie’s expression grew panicked. She tried to wield her power but found herself immobilized, her abdomen feeling heavy.

Zhao Xingchen smiled faintly, extended his right hand forward with a beckoning gesture, saying nothing, silently urging Wei Chenghu to strike.

Rivers, lakes, streams, and mountain springs became focal points for observation, all responding to Landon’s thoughts.

Because Leng Yan knew no matter how strong he was, he was vastly outnumbered. Moreover, with Mu Qingyu in tow, he could not easily defeat them, let alone escape.

In truth, she hadn’t heard what Chen An was saying clearly—she simply felt that as long as she agreed with Chen An, she could continue to nestle in his embrace.

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As usual, ordinary students would first skim through the entire exam paper, tackling the easy “free points” questions first.

Then, amidst the cheers of countless people, he and his partner emerged completely unscathed.

On the Fog Hidden side, Qing, Biluh, and others stayed behind. Four high-level warriors arrived—Zhao Meiming, Ganshi Kisame, Haiteng Shun, and Yakura himself—four shadow-level fighters whose mere footsteps could shake the heavens and collapse the earth.

Wen Wan was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting such a retort, and her anger instantly surged anew.

But precisely because of this, Xiao Yi’s desire for the sword scar swordsmanship intensified—it was the power he had long dreamed of, the pursuit of his lifetime. Even at the cost of his life, he was willing.

Su Yuli’s face remained expressionless; her nerves had long been numbed by emotion, utterly unable to comprehend Jiang Xu’s words.

She dared not get entangled with any other man again—she did not want to endure Duan Mosen’s punishment a second time.

This was the foundation of the aristocratic families. The Sun family had operated in Jiangdong for generations. Though Sun Quan was but a teenager, the Jiangdong gentry and talents who supported him were endless and ever-flowing.

Yet now Zhao Lei had no choice but to keep it activated continuously, for all his divine materials and treasures were stored within. He needed the spirit-gathering formation to isolate the aura and nourish the spiritual herbs inside.

Knowing the danger yet refusing to leave, they continued traveling together. Don’t talk about loyalty—when the team was just formed, nobody really knew each other. What loyalty could there be? Any normal person would have fled long ago.