Chapter 64: You Don't Understand, But I Do!

“Director, the man has confessed, but we still haven’t pinpointed his location. All we can say is that he’s probably near Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan,” the assistant said respectfully, entering the same dimly lit room once more.

The bearded man had only met that person once, and that was years ago. Since then, all their contact had been through anonymous phone calls initiated by the other party. He had no idea where the man was now. They had only managed to narrow down his location because, during a recent call, someone by that man’s side had inadvertently mentioned a place, and he had caught it…

Xun Tian sped through the shadow realm he had created, soon arriving at the boundary of the area sealed by Xuan Shu.

As for the old man, presenting that piece of meat was not necessarily a display, but rather a gesture of hope—simple, humble, and genuine.

To everyone’s surprise, though, none of them sensed any spiritual pressure from the battle with Ichigo.

Jie Ao noticed that the young man seemed paralyzed, with all his aura and sword intent suddenly vanishing. He decided never again to hold his head high in Xun Tian’s presence.

Without knowing the abilities of a Soul Reaper’s zanpakuto, one could never claim with certainty to be able to defeat such an opponent.

Bei He recalled: if he had been suddenly struck by that bell-like blow, he too would likely have been stunned or knocked out in an instant. Fortunately, he had been on guard and avoided falling into the trap.

After that single sentence, Wintergreen said no more, simply lowered his trembling head, not daring to face Mulan’s expression.

Perhaps it was also the sight of the fluttering dragon banners in the center of the martial arena that gave them courage, even a touch of pride.

If that was the case, one could be certain that time within the mural flowed at a different rate from reality.

“Belfast, let’s look around first,” said the man in the white tailcoat, who took Narcissus by the hand and headed to the heart of the City of Wisdom to take care of some business.

Knowing that Mu Jin Feng held little hope, Mu Jin Yue said nothing more, placing the basket aside, sitting at the bedside, and bowing her head to begin removing the needles from Mu Jin Feng.

“Truly, you have the bearing of a great general. Don’t worry, I’ve already sent in the commendation memorial. Vice Commander Liu will surely be promoted to full commander. As for Commander Lü, though his rank is hereditary, no one ever minds an extra honor; bringing glory to the family, the court will not be stingy,” Jia Cong said solemnly.

At Old River Mouth in Yizheng, hundreds of grain barges, each a hundred feet long, covered the river in a mighty procession. The distant green hills, docks, and the offices of the inspection bureau all disappeared beneath this swarm of ant-like vessels.

Li Changsheng vaulted toward the cliff where Long Yuan was, while the heroes of the martial world were held back by Ji Lisi with Snow Slave, and Helian Bingjing with Peak Slave.

Strangely, though the air was thick with mingled scents and heavy with the aroma of wine, whenever he drew near, she could catch a faint, elusive trace of peach blossom.

He swore he had only ever threatened Jin Rui, never actually had the chance to do anything more. For when he had gone to find her, she had already taken her own life.

Long understood now—if things were truly as Im described, then the power of wind indeed had no effect on him.

She did not ask further, for Mu Jin Yue understood that some things were better left unknown; the truth was often far from comforting.

A gentle breeze swept over the green field, all was tranquil, save for the cloak that fluttered continuously as if in answer, the long blade that symbolized an era standing tall by its master’s side.

“Anata, Anata, Anata!” Eric repeatedly pressed the call button on his desk, summoning the chief of staff of the presidential office.

“Um… why can he go, but we can’t? Sis, please, have a little pity on us. We’re begging you…” The two of them launched a heartfelt plea.

Liu Moyan ignored the palace staff coming and going; his thoughts were wholly occupied by the words Liu Hanlan had whispered to him alone before her death. He stood dazed and troubled, unsure of what to do or say, lest he bring pain to Duan Jinrui.