Chapter Seventy-Four: On the Future Reputation of the Priests’ Sanctuary

After Han Yu swore allegiance as Bai Haochen’s knight attendant, the arrogance on his face vanished completely. Though unwilling at heart, Han Yu ultimately accepted his fate. He did not wish to be expelled from the Knights’ Sanctuary, so he endured his discomfort in silence. Han Yu bowed respectfully to Bai Haochen and then turned to leave.

Bai Haochen returned to the lounge area, where Bai Yue and Bai Lingxuan nodded in his direction. They had been worried about Bai Haochen at first.

Song Du knew nothing of this matter; she never inquired about the Li family’s affairs, and Li Wangyi concealed everything so well that Song Du noticed nothing amiss. Li Wangyi, for once, offered a few more explanations, her tone as calm as ever. Yet Zhou An, the driver up front, felt something was different.

She hailed a cab to the back gate of Jing University, and with familiar ease found the noodle shop, packing three portions of cold noodles, chilling them with ice packs, and hurried back to the company.

For example, Qin Wei’s future sons—his eldest legitimate son could be granted the title of General Protecting the Nation, while the other sons would be titled Generals Serving the Nation.

Li Gu and Ji Yanxi arrived at the prime cultivation area of the Ling Shan Division: Area One, where spiritual energy was most concentrated and gravity was intense.

As expected, the moment Tang Ranran finished speaking, the group began to mobilize; the number of online participants, which had been steady, started to rise rapidly.

Today’s flowers were no exception. Since Song Du accepted them, she would cherish them, likely finding a vase for them at home, keeping them until they withered and faded away. It must be said that Li Wangyi knew Song Du’s heart thoroughly.

Yet there was no room for refusal. If they refused to divide the spoils, the White House and the new monetary forces would sweep through, leaving nothing.

Zhou Zhu was waiting at the airport arrivals gate early. When he saw Si Nian, he stepped forward, taking his luggage.

First was the management system of the Celestial Alliance. To strengthen their control over their territories, Qin Wei decided to establish five garrison bases for the Alliance: the Spiritual Sea, the Tempest Sea, the Phantom Sea, the Titan Sea, and the Azure Ring Sea.

Euryale and Medusa awoke, grabbed their machine guns, and charged out—the corridor was soon filled with screams.

"Then rest early," the tone grew cold; after saying this, she turned and left the room.

Zhang Liang glanced at the refined gentleman’s face, recognizing him as the tall figure from his memories.

They were about to take their seats. After some polite shuffling, Master Lü was given the seat of honor, and Luo Feng accompanied him at the main table. Everyone took their places, yet two seats remained empty.

Su Yi quickly rose, and Hong Li entered the room. Seeing him, Su Yi was about to bow, but Hong Li took her by the arm. Qiu Ruo and Yun Rou, observing the scene, quietly withdrew.

But on that day, saved by Xuan Shao and confronted by his blunt question, I felt ashamed for the thoughts I once harbored and vowed never to seek death of my own accord again.

It was not yet mealtime, so the inn was sparsely populated; a few guests sat scattered about, sipping tea and chatting. The spring sunlight streamed warmly from outside, bathing the rosewood tables in a cozy glow—quite pleasant.

Crimson gauze fluttered in the breeze, the crisp sound of beads clashing mingling with laughter from the private room, rippling out over the lake.

"Your Majesty, Chen Wu and Gao Kun are now in the Imperial Prison under trial. Please rest assured, I will extract the traitor’s name from their lips!" Xuan Shao’s voice was icy.

"Then let’s begin!" Zhao Zixian declared, striding out of the office toward the kitchen. Yan Hong and Lin Luodan exchanged glances, smiles on their faces as they followed closely.

Yet those wild encounters in the car and outdoors brought her, for the first time, a faint sense of lingering excitement.

Upon entering, she saw Huo Silin with her legs crossed, tending to her nails, seated on the sofa with Huo Yuanzhen.

"Just a few more minutes," Shen Bai replied, watching the bubbles in the boiling pot. Bored, he counted and recounted the rice balls.