Chapter Forty: The Performance

Wen Zhiyan had originally expected Song Baiqing to press further and ask who the person behind the scenes promoting this marriage alliance truly was, but Song Baiqing merely looked away, acting completely indifferent to the matter.

Instead, Li Honghui was unwilling to let the issue pass so easily. "Who was it? Who on earth made the Defender of the Country arrange such a marriage for his legitimate eldest daughter?"

Wen Zhiyan asked, "Does Your Highness wish to know?"

Li Honghui nodded. "How you managed to walk this path all the way here—I want to know that more than anyone else."

I do not know when the two cars parted ways, but by the time I reached the Wuliang Temple, the Cadillac behind us was already nowhere to be found. Li Yuan had been waiting for the two of us at the temple gates since early on. The leader of the group stepped out, saluted Li Yuan formally, and then got back into the car, driving away amidst a cloud of dust.

The collision between the two immense energies instantly caused the buildings along the Gold Coast to collapse. Some of the passing vehicles parked nearby were smashed to pieces, and blood could be seen trickling down from beneath the chassis.

"Yes, yes, indeed! You probably think there is gold inside my office, which is why you rush over here every single day to dig for it!" Bai Lingjing rolled her eyes without the slightest bit of politeness.

As Yang Yu's erratic steps grew increasingly esoteric and profound, the look in Li Chentao's eyes as he watched him grew brighter and brighter. Having practiced Tai Chi for so many years, he was naturally able to discern the profound subtleties hidden within the illusory boxing techniques Yang Yu was displaying.

She could go without food for a day or two, but her precious darling could not. After a moment of hesitation, she still crouched down and carried the food into the room.

At this thought, Han Yi felt a stir in his heart. Perhaps he could also get involved; how could such a grand event take place without him?

It was only at this moment that I noticed Xuanlin sitting atop the Dream Master's blanket. She was thoroughly drenched from head to toe, and her eyes, in particular, were brimming with tears as she looked at me.

Holding a spell gesture in one hand, He Yannian chanted, "Since it has come to this, you have already fallen into the demonic path. Now, there is nothing left for it but to cross swords. Go and get him!" With a wave of He Yannian's hand, the remaining four ghosts charged fiercely toward the blind man from all directions. A fierce gale surged, carrying with it a chilling stench of blood.

Chen Weisuo skillfully pulled out a homemade device and began peeking into Li Ruanhong's room. Although Yang Huaipling possessed exceptionally sharp eyesight, the tool Chen Weisuo had crafted was genuinely effective, so he also took the gadget handed to him by Weisuo and aimed it toward Li Ruanhong's quarters.

Traveling further and further away, the Azure Phoenix finally halted at the Daoist temple perched upon the summit of Returning Sword Peak in the northwest. Yang Huaipling leaped down gracefully from the back of the Azure Phoenix. To his astonishment, while the rest of the world was currently in the midst of late spring, this place was gripped by the bitter depths of midwinter, with snowflakes drifting densely down from the sky.

Having mentally prepared myself and gathered all the essential supplies, the very first early snow finally began to fall. Everything was completely ready.

The fat man's chatter left several of the teachers feeling dizzy and disoriented. Moreover, these prayer bead bracelets cost just over two hundred yuan each, which was not particularly expensive and well within their means. Consequently, three of the teachers paid for them on the spot. Once those three teachers returned to the tour group and mentioned it, two more male teachers specifically ran over to purchase a bracelet for themselves.

Looking inward, the crowd saw that everything imaginable was fully provided inside. Upon catching sight of it, the young men could not help but shake their heads repeatedly—what a pity for such a pretty and attractive young woman to have died in such a miserable fashion.

To be frank, Fang Yi did not hold high expectations for Peng Jun and the others. It was not a matter of age; if age were the measure, Peng Bin was actually the eldest person present. The reason Fang Yi was pessimistic about them was that these individuals might simply lack the inherent talent for martial arts.

"Farewell!" Fang Yi cupped his fists toward Kameng, gave Ah Hu a meaningful look, and began walking outward. He could sense that Kameng was not particularly fond of interacting with people, and he had no wish to drag Kameng into the current affair.

It seemed that this Princess Vanessa did not view me merely as a simple friend. Brant scoffed inwardly. Although this place looked exceptionally comfortable, it was actually far more secure and inescapable than the dungeons of the Wine Valley Kingdom.