Volume One, Chapter 39: Ambiguity 2

No sooner had she reached inside than her wrist was caught by the person before her. Ji Yu caressed her hand, the corners of his mouth curling up in a way that was almost imperceptible, his gaze deepening in the darkness.

"Then... how does my sister-in-law intend to compensate me?"

His voice, laced with a hidden, heart-stirring smile, vibrated against Yun Xi's ear, making it itch. Clothes and shoes were scattered across the floor, and the moonlight reflecting onto the daybed revealed a room filled with lingering allure.

...

"Yes." Seeing the look on Sikong Che’s face and recalling the letter he had personally delivered just moments ago, the eunuch knew something of great importance had occurred. Not daring to delay, he immediately went to order the under-eunuchs to summon the two high officials and His Highness the Prince of Jun to the residence.

Of course, their path of cultivation might not lead very far, but at the very least, they had all set foot upon it.

Passing from the water formation into the fire formation, a stray fireball occasionally flew through the air, though it was not aimed at them.

Then, the whole world fell silent. They stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely void of thought.

The crowd departed, reluctant to leave. On the grounds, only the young women and the soldiers remained, asking each other about their conditions—or, more accurately, the soldiers were the ones checking on the women.

Their expressions remained solemn, yet a flicker of pride could still be faintly discerned.

Nine golden needles pierced the monster simultaneously, causing it to freeze in its tracks. Ning Fuchen let out a long sigh of relief and hurriedly pulled his fingers back from the boulder.

That dark, amorphous heap lay beneath a sand dune; at first glance, it looked much like a discarded children's slide.

If not for that slap from A-Lai earlier, Huang Mao might have gritted his teeth and picked a fight with Chen Feng. After all, with so many people watching inside the wellness center, he could not afford to lose face.

Traditional Chinese painting had been these children's favorite hobby, and although their training was becoming more formal, they still had to practice diligently.

The bald man insisted he had seen an infant, but the young officer looked left and right, unable to find any sign of the child the man described.

Liu Zhisi knew they had entered the painting, stepping into a corridor of time. She beckoned to the white fox, which transformed into a marble and leaped into her palm.

As they spoke, Mei Zi led Li Keding to an office in the theater. The door was open, and the person inside was smoking a cigar, surrounded by swirling clouds of smoke.

"You're a young woman; staying out all night, do you really think we wouldn't worry? Find a boyfriend quickly, so you stop giving your mother cause for concern." Fang Lihua’s words were full of doting affection; at Su Yan’s age, it was indeed time to find a boyfriend.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Liu Zhiming huddled in the corner, slapping his own face, desperate to jolt himself out of the hallucination.

Hearing Mo Yanxi speak so nonchalantly and with such ease, Fentian knew that the plan had failed.

Learning from their previous lesson, this time their soul seeds clung to the flesh and skin of Yusha, infiltrating the blood within her veins.

After exchanging toasts and drinking with the ladies for half an hour, Mo Yanxi used the excuse of being unable to hold her liquor to slip out of the private chamber.

There were countless paths in the maze; if they had to knock on the walls every time they hit a dead end, they would surely be exhausted to death.

"Yun Ge, Lan Fu is the leader of these men. If there is anything you need, you can instruct him directly; they will obey your every command," Han Jiangxue said.

"What time do you think it is? Can't you be serious for once?" Su Jin regretted her choice; had she known Gu Xuanjin had so many enemies, she never would have come out with him.

A fierce wind gusted into the cave, carrying withered branches and dead leaves, nearly extinguishing the campfire. Sparks were blown scattering into the air.

With Zhao Junsheng present, Hua Mulan could not vent her frustration. She merely nodded at Chang Kun and spurred her horse forward. Seeing this, Zhao Junsheng realized Hua Mulan had something on her mind and immediately spurred his horse to follow.