Chapter 79: Bring Me the Knife

With a resounding slap, everyone except Ye Chen widened their eyes in shock.

Ye Chen had already anticipated that after curing Zhou Shaoyuan this time, Zhou would either turn against him or submit. Zhou Shaoyuan slapping Zhang Wenhao in public proved he had chosen the latter. Ye Chen hadn’t expected Zhou Shaoyuan to possess such discernment.

Qin Sisi couldn’t make sense of the scene; there was no...

The day before yesterday, she had only caught a fleeting glimpse and hadn’t examined the villa thoroughly. Today, however, she arrived with a purpose, taking in every detail with more care than before.

Though her voice was soft, Lan Xiang’er and Yun Qinyan heard her clearly, exchanging peculiar looks as they glanced at Lin Yu.

Mu Yi, meanwhile, found himself curious about the chief hall master of the Eight Directions Hall. When he had killed two other hall masters, both had said much the same thing: that the chief hall master would never let him go. Clearly, in their eyes, this chief hall master would be their avenger.

Hearing his words, the disciples seemed as though a great weight had been lifted from their hearts. At once, they escorted Zhao Kuo toward the abbot’s chamber.

Outside, once Mu Yi had entered the carriage, Mo Ruyan made her way to the very front of the procession. With a graceful leap, she mounted her horse—a flawless black steed without a single blemish, clearly a fine animal.

Dining in Haimen invariably meant the Shangri-La Hotel. While famous for Huaiyang cuisine, it never lacked for river and seafood.

After Liao Qing’er recounted the tale, Zhong Nan finally understood the ins and outs of the matter, and came to know Miss He much better.

Wu Yong, too, climbed onto the back of the ambulance—his left arm had been shot and was still bleeding, so a trip to the hospital was only natural.

He paid no mind to others, simply crouched beside her, holding her hand, quietly staying with her as always. Yet he no longer seemed as calm as before; anxiety and fear filled his eyes, and his face had grown as pale as Dong Ru’s.

Sun Xu couldn’t help but sneer, “Thieves and robbers daring to target me?” With that, he was ready to strike and deal with these bandits.

But now, with the city in chaos, finding a boat amid the ruins was no easy task.

In truth, Xu Dong wanted to obtain this bronze mirror with its transmission function not to travel to the other side, but to study how it worked.

The teachers all left the conference room, leaving Yue Xia alone in the chilly wind, her disheveled bangs mirroring her fragile heart.

Someone from Qilin Manor spoke, still skeptical—how could a good-for-nothing suddenly start cultivating?

After all, selling such an expensive, limited-edition gown meant a commission that would last for half a year without worry! And she’d even met the president of Xinyi Group! She watched the two of them depart.

Xiao Ruoan could not imagine how her parents, accustomed to luxury, managed to endure such plain and simple fare.

When the Emperor Chenghua heard this, he forced a smile and replied, “If the noble consort scolds me, it’s only right.” Yet in his heart, he still felt a trace of resentment. After all, as the sovereign, being called less than a man in front of everyone would anger anyone. But being scolded by the noble consort was another matter entirely.

After closing his eyes, his spiritual perception spread out in a ten-kilometer radius, allowing him to sense everything clearly.

“At least you still have a conscience,” Hu Jiumei’s voice was enchanting, and her intoxicating fragrance seemed to seep into Xiong Ti’s very soul, leaving him weak and his gaze growing hazy.

Fu Beijun felt a vague discomfort in his heart, yet he could not quite pinpoint its source.

He saw that Black Moon stood like an iron tower, yet her moves were not at all forceful. With twin swords, she blocked and slashed gracefully, her steps light and nimble. Each movement displayed elegance: one moment, a willow swaying in the spring breeze; the next, a rhinoceros gazing at the moon. With a twist of her slender waist and lotus-like footwork, she handled everything with effortless skill.