Volume 1, Chapter 24: Clearing the Mind

Ye An's words echoed repeatedly in Mu Yao's mind.

She knew. She knew everything.

Whether it was Gu Nanxiao as a person, or... her grandfather's wishes.

She believed that the grandfather who had once doted on her was still there; he had only grown distant after her grandmother passed away.

How could this be? Her grandfather's health had been perfectly fine...

Mu Yao curled up on the bed, struggling to pull herself into a tight ball.

Angus and Wincherson both secretly felt relieved in their hearts, glad they hadn't been so impulsive; otherwise, they would have been the ones bearing the brunt of the Prince's fury.

The corridor was deep, with wine-red floorboards and a bright lamp hanging in front of every door. The dim, twilight light cast upon the hallway added a gloomy atmosphere.

That sound rang out again, crisp and incredibly alluring, like the first drop of water melting from a snow-capped mountain in spring, landing on the surface of the Arctic Ocean and creating ripples and splashes.

This was an incredible improvement; it seemed the last offline meeting had been somewhat effective. At the very least, on the surface, it had bridged the distance between the two.

"Roar!!!" The monster shuddered and let out a roar, shaking with all its might. The wall collapsed instantly, bricks falling to the ground as smoke billowed up.

"Taxi!" Chu Zihang waved his hand and hailed a cab, just as a couple nearby did the same.

As the final shred of realization and regret surged into their heart, their lifeless body crashed to the ground, blood spraying from the neck wound like a fountain.

Only that deep crimson attire could truly do her justice, especially those phoenix eyes with slightly arched brows—she was truly, breathtakingly beautiful.

Back at Mount Shu, when Bu Feifan fought the Sword Saint Dugu, he had accelerated sixty-fold, transcending time and causing that realm to become flawed. Ever since then, the injury to the Heavenly Dao had become Bu Feifan's greatest burden.

Lu Changhe had not expected Zhang Dashan to strike at Minister Sun's son. It seemed he had underestimated the man's ruthlessness.

An Bang took the hundred kilograms of drugs extorted from Chinatown out of the trunk, placed them into the Mercedes, and then boarded their car to head toward Drake's manor.

Within the area where Wang Juren stood, the power within Xue Wugui erupted, completely shattering the formation. Under this force, Wang Juren suffered a backlash, vomiting a mouthful of blood as his face turned deathly pale.

The burly man guarding the door frowned, then turned and entered the office. Not long after, the office door opened.

But after Gao Ningning was freed, it took Gao Weicheng less than three days to basically sort out the logic of the situation. Although many minor details remained unclear, he had at least deduced one thing: Shen Tianyang was definitely not the mastermind behind the kidnapping; he couldn't possibly be foolish enough to reach that level.

His gaze grew infinitely focused, and time slowed down immensely in his eyes as he carefully watched the shadow on the ground.

Fortunately, no one kept their attention on Qi Xiaoxiao's jade bracelet for too long. They had other matters to attend to.

"How is that possible? He's surely only holding onto it temporarily. Do you really think a human at the peak of the Half-Step Other Shore can resist the Heavenly Venerate or the Fire Clan? In this region, no one dares challenge the authority of the Heavenly Venerate or the Fire Clan. These Celestial Ice and Celestial Fire will be snatched back sooner or later," a demon cultivator sneered.

"Also, don't say I didn't warn you. My master traveled a long way to Haicheng. If you refuse to cooperate and he becomes displeased, I can't guarantee what he might do." Wu Yao smiled as he watched Situ Xiao, his words filled with threats.

"Actually, I think Grandpa Murong is quite nice. Susu, shouldn't you give him a chance and try spending some time with him?" Long Jiu'er said softly.

Judging by the light coming through the window, it was likely not yet seven in the morning. Perhaps it would be best to let him sleep a little longer.