Chapter 51: Wild Winds and Torrential Rain

As expected, after Yang Li sent Ye Chen off with a smile, her expression turned cold. She strode up to Liu Dali with five or six security guards in tow and said icily, "Liu Dali, you nearly offended Mr. Ye Chen, an honored guest of our Li Group!"
"Now tell me—how do you intend to take responsibility for this?"

Though Yang Li stood among burly, broad-shouldered men...

In other words, each soldier had to memorize their designated position and assigned tasks, and only after mastering these could they be considered ready to march. This was what made the formation so difficult—it truly tested both the soldiers’ adaptability and their instructors’ skill.

Yet at this moment, beneath the pallid dome of light, only a single long spear remained. At its tip hung a white skull.

When the temperature rose enough for slag and iron to separate, a viscous, lumpy matter could be collected. The furnace wasn’t hot enough to fully melt wrought iron, so as the pig iron decarburized, it gradually transformed from a liquid into a dough-like mass.

As Taiyi’s calm, steady voice came through the receiver, Miwako Sato—who had worked tirelessly through the night—suddenly felt as if she ought to do something more.

At the morning court, the crown prince took a stand against the war hawks, arguing reasonably and ultimately vetoing the decision to expand the battlefront.

After Taiyi echoed the same view, the officer thought carefully and finally understood the reason behind it.

He had received a call downstairs from an acquaintance in Changchun, who berated him for not reaching out after arriving in the city.

Just by observing the respectful attitude of the police around Taiyi, one could tell that his words were no empty threat.

For a body that had so many times slept on hard ground with a greatsword for a pillow, this was nothing short of paradise.

"Of course," Qian Mo replied in her usual fashion, radiantly cheerful at the slightest encouragement.

Qin Huan’s expression remained unchanged, but inwardly she began to ponder. Indeed, this was only her second meeting with Ye Rongxin. Ye Rongxin had said she’d inquired and learned that Qin Huan attended this school as well—but why had she bothered to ask about her?

The man in black hurried forward, opening another door. With a flick of his fingers, he lit another lantern above. Today, it was supposed to be the white-robed monk’s turn to watch the shop, but the master had come unexpectedly.

Tang Meng shot him a glare but let him hold her close. She knew his strength well; struggling would only waste energy.

The man's once-melancholy eyes suddenly sparkled, becoming bright all at once, like a cold moon hanging over a lakeshore—chilled, perhaps, but still casting its own gentle light.

Fu Qingdong was like an addict, wholly consumed and unable to break free. Even after indulging just moments before, he was still feverishly exhilarated.

"No, I’ll eat it myself!" Li Xiao dodged the jade pear cake Feng Qing offered, reaching for a mung bean pastry instead.

"What if I said the prince sent me to fetch you?" Mo Qinghan replied. With these words, he once again consigned Dai Xiao to the Western Prince. He spoke them anyway, not wanting Dai Xiao to bear a grudge.

The man entered with his head bowed, seemingly senseless. When he was thrown to the floor, he slowly became aware, lifted himself up with effort, and after surveying the room for a long moment, finally fixed his gaze on the nearby Shu Chi.

Only after Liang Yimo settled into the flashy Porsche did she realize today was destined to be extraordinary.

They hadn’t expected that this young martial artist from the outer city would possess such pride.

In the past, they would have bowed to the authority of the street chief, not daring to resist. But now, not resisting would mean certain death.