Chapter 60: Resolution

A few children were pushed forward by their families to apologize.
They stood before Tang Yixiao, bowed deeply, their faces flushed with embarrassment as they uttered, “Sorry.” Those whose voices were too soft were made to repeat their apology under their relatives’ supervision, fearing the Tang family might press the matter further.
The purpose of the Tang family today was to seek justice for Tang Yixiao—not only for this incident, but also for past grievances.
“Ladies, an apology alone doesn’t seem sufficient,” Qin Huiyin remarked. “My younger brother suffered because of their actions.”
This task was exceedingly complex; he had invested much effort and only managed to find a rough, feasible approach.
Immediately thereafter, Xiao Feng and his two companions rushed desperately out of the sea of flames, each of them drenched in blood and covered in wounds.
Night had deepened. Starlight like a river stretched across the sky, mingling with invisible threads, weaving together ominous portents that Shen Zhe could discern.
Two years—neither short nor terribly long; when one is busy, it feels like just the blink of an eye.
“Good evening, Director Guan!” Without waiting for Guan to speak or even approach, the man in the suit bent forward and greeted him proactively.
It wasn’t until the host returned to the stage and announced the end of the gala that Gu Ming finally snapped out of his reverie. Watching the crowd surge toward the exits, he revealed a look of helpless resignation.
Upon hearing these words, everyone was filled with envy, for here, the higher the floor, the nobler the status. Even the Qing family and the artists could only reach the third floor.
Had his virtual web not guarded the Void Space so well, Su Hong would never have dared act so boldly; a ruined body could be remade, but if the Void Space were destroyed, he would be finished.
Cao Cao was dumbfounded—none of you eat spicy food, so why did you order the two-flavor hotpot? Wouldn’t it suffice to just get a mild soup?
Gu Ming’s expression darkened further. Listening to the complaints, with some going so far as to hurl insults, he was vexed.
“Phoenix understands. Phoenix’s mistress will follow wherever she goes. Phoenix has long harbored rebellious thoughts against the Dark Organization. Whatever the mistress commands, Phoenix will obey,” the Hellfire Phoenix declared resolutely.
She could no longer stay silent, and interrupted him before he could continue speaking in that gentle, spring-like voice, uttering thunderous words that left everyone dizzy and bewildered.
The long-haired man clarified the succession plan for this mission: if he met with misfortune, his successors would be Duan Tianxing, Taisui, Black Death, and Shadow Slice in that order. Should all five perish, the new leader would be elected by the group.
This curse posed no real harm to living creatures; its sole purpose was to summon other dragons to avenge the cursed one. Whenever the marked creature appeared near a dragon, the curse would alert them, making it nearly impossible for dragon slayers to escape pursuit.
As usual, everyone gathered at mid lane! But before assembling, Liu Feng checked his teammates’ gear.
The examinees seemed normal enough, except for the issue that over a hundred of them had exploded into a mist of blood within the giant pit.
Lexa’s words were interrupted by a sweeping laser point from the hill, signaling trouble. In addition to Lexa, several subordinates noticed it and were about to speak up.
He arrived at the director’s office, knocked twice, but without waiting for a reply, pushed the door open.
“Silence!” Gong Yuyue’s sword-like brows furrowed as he glared at her mischievous smile in irritation.
Li Xun, on the contrary, was no longer angry. Hands behind his back, he spoke with a gentle smile: “So be it. I only want the title of the Sleepless City’s Lord as a formality; everything else remains unchanged. Is that acceptable?” Tianzhi remained silent, sunlight shifting elsewhere, refusing to meet either person’s gaze.
Unfortunately, the two sides had already become enemies; no matter how much they coveted it, they could only stare helplessly, unable to do anything about Linglan.
When Bobo saw a certain slope suddenly collapse, torrents of mud and debris cascading down, her already pale face turned even whiter.