Chapter 204: The Powerful Bond of Fate

In truth, the section chief’s main reason for contacting Chen Jiehua was not to seek treatment for his own leg.

At that time, the so-called "Artillery God" of the 19th Route Army in Shanghai appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Now that the 19th Route Army had surfaced in Fujian, participating in the campaign to suppress the Jiangxi Soviet area, having such an "Artillery God"—who was so accurate against Japanese tanks and planes—targeting the base would pose an enormous threat.

“The section chief, the leadership’s guess is quite accurate. The Artillery God is none other than Old Liu. I specially transferred him from America.”

Ling Yu felt somewhat helpless. His nature was steadier than Ling Feng’s, which was why Jun Qingye valued him more.

The Tianji mountain range was no stranger to Yuan Anping either. Sometimes, when searching for medicinal herbs with the old man, they would venture that way, but each time they reached the outskirts, regardless of whether they found herbs, the old man would order a retreat.

Liu Zhihan should have handed it over as soon as she finished writing, but some trivial matters delayed her. She expressed her own frustration.

The boss, who was usually dressed in a suit and tie, now wore casual home clothes and slippers, a simple apron tied around his waist, and rubber gloves on his hands—an unexpectedly down-to-earth sight.

Someone thought: What has gotten into this man? His mood has been off all day today.

At present, Veigar, like Hatake Kakashi, had also come to understand the existence of chakra. Because of this, Veigar was deeply shocked.

What came next, Elder Shan Yi could not bring himself to say. His face suddenly paled, contorting into a grotesque mask. The dignified Elder of the Divine Spirit Mansion writhed on the ground, spitting blood. When he finally regained consciousness, his face was ashen; he dared not say another word and staggered away hastily.

She raised her hand, turned it over, looked down, and even clenched her fist. Besides the sharp pain, Gu Xinian felt her palm drenched in moisture.

Approaching, he squatted down, surprised to see Gu Xinian lying there barely clinging to life. Beside her knelt a man wearing a mysterious golden mask, one knee on the ground, seemingly checking on her condition.

Only after everyone in the private room had left did the black-clad figures at the other end also depart from the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion.

“Master, please sit quickly. I’ll find a doctor immediately. We will find a way,” Jue Luoshi said tearfully, supporting Li Rongbao as he sat down. She was about to leave to find a physician but was stopped by Li Rongbao.

Yet she could do nothing else. Under the current circumstances, she could only play the part of the pitiful woman to win sympathy.

“Do you think I should believe you?” Lou Zhixie smiled charmingly, but the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Feng Sumei nodded. “Let’s go. It’s time to talk.”

With that, she opened the car door and stepped out.

Thinking it over, Feng Feihu pulled out his phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight once again of a familiar figure on the street.

Thus, the court was divided into two factions: one supported establishing an heir apparent, reasoning that when the crown prince grew up to inherit the throne of the Southern Li Kingdom, it would inevitably bring the Southern Li Kingdom under the territory of the Celestial Empire. The other faction strongly opposed this, viewing sending the Celestial Empire’s crown prince to the Southern Li Kingdom to be established as heir as a humiliating act of submission.

Qianxun parted her lips, eager to speak of the Liulan Stone, but… the Liulan Stone was in Yun Shang’s hands, wrapped in a deadly poison. Regardless of Lou Zhiwu’s martial prowess, he likely had no means of detoxification.

It turned out his name was Xiao Jue. In the Lone Moon Kingdom, there was no king or emperor; the place was controlled by a sect called Xuan Yu. The highest leader there was known as the Sect Master.

The 319 private room was empty. Lei Tianqing closed the door with a somber expression, then leaned back inside. His bright eyes gradually dimmed, and then he broke down in tears.

His rambling words had yet to finish when two figures suddenly flashed before his eyes and disappeared in an instant.

In the final two sentences, Xue Linglong’s voice grew very low, a whisper laced with a bittersweet sorrow that broke the heart of anyone who heard it.