Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Bai Family’s Household Meeting

Looking at the little face that bore a striking resemblance to her own, and at the identical braided pigtails, a flicker of joy danced in Bai Lingxuan’s eyes.

Nianxuan... Bai Nianxuan—did that name mean “missing me”? As she gazed at the bloodless face of the child, Bai Lingxuan’s heart tightened with a pang of affection. She ached for this child, certain that, in order to bring her back, Bai Nianxuan must have paid an enormous price.

“Sister, Nianxuan is the child of An’an and me,” Bai Heng suddenly interjected.

But given the current situation—Mu Yuan’s identity, and his own cultivation—what could their resentment accomplish? All they could do was swallow it. Such is reality: the gap between identities can become as vast as the heavens in a single instant.

At the same time, all those observing the thunderstorm’s movements watched as the lightning and shadows gradually faded outside the Guardian’s Veil. Their vision, once lost in chaos, began to clear.

Elsewhere, Bai Santiao’s men had spread out, keeping a tight watch everywhere. Having taken the silver and received stern warnings, none dared to be careless.

Long Tianquan studied Ning Rongrong intently. Under the moonlight, her fair skin appeared smooth as porcelain, and her delicate lips glistened with a crystal sheen, irresistibly alluring.

He then switched his phone back to the main screen, only to find a staggering thirty-seven missed calls.

After that, he asked Zhang Yuan whether he preferred full-body black stockings, half-stockings, or some other kind of clothing.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong’s eyes lit up, gazing at Long Tianquan with such delight that it seemed ready to overflow.

Everyone who heard the answer burst with joy; after all, who wouldn’t want to show off at such a grand competition?

Though Li Feng spoke without much thought, his words gave Gao Jindian a much-needed sense of security.

With that, as Li Cha-Iwa channeled his magic, a streak of silvery-gray medium seeped from the cross on the Guardian’s Veil, swiftly extending into a veil with the texture of mercury, yet tending toward translucence, forming a cylindrical barrier that enclosed the group.

When they saw Lin Hao’s capitulation, the three cheered together. Especially Chu Tianjiao, who was to fight alongside them—her jet-black eyes sparkled with barely contained excitement.

Upon hearing these words, everyone nodded. They were all seasoned ministers, well aware of the truths Du Gou spoke of—one glance was enough to understand.

For this, Du Gou genuinely admired them, and his hostility toward Zhangsun Chong lessened. As for Hou Jian, Du Gou could only sneer; none of that family were any good. Now, with a chance for payback, he would show no mercy.

Unless the Mo family could stand equal to the Lin family, perhaps then Lin would show them favor and look after the Ling family. But even among imperial clans, there are those of greater or lesser power.

With that neck, do you really think you can pull off a flying shoulder tackle? Forget about sending a 140-pound man flying—let’s see you try with a 70-pound girl. I’d wager you’d pass out before she even hit the ground.

It was only then that Du Gou noticed two little girls not far off. His mind had been foggy, so he hadn’t looked around before.

Zhao Qingzhou closed his eyes and took stock of his condition. In his spiritual world, a black blade of will was hacking away with wild abandon.

Are you sure you want to insult a guy of that caliber? Even a flick of his nose could carry the force of a bullet. If he found you irritating, a casual swipe might send you flying across the border.

Lin Huan mulled it over for some time before pursing her lips and nodding, indicating that she would pass on the message.

Ye Feng watched as the priest appeared behind Nan Ci, his heart surging with tumult. After exchanging a few sword strikes with Nan Ci, he pushed his internal skill to the limit, and his blade’s aura blazed even fiercer.

Mina Tounoki refused from the bottom of her heart. Seeing this, the store clerk hurried over, stealing a glance at Hakawa Shirazawa, who was glancing nervously around, and whispered quietly.