Chapter 80: Found Him
"Your complexion doesn't look very good," Cong Xuefei remarked, gazing at Rong Aiyu's sallow face across from him, sighing inwardly. All the surveillance feeds in the base were connected to his computer—how could he not know what had happened...
"It's nothing, I just haven't slept well these past two days," Rong Aiyu waved it off. She wasn't really scared anymore, but she had been suffering from insomnia.
"Your training regimen is still too light; you haven't hit your limit yet," Zhang Liang, seated opposite, said expressionlessly. Otherwise, how could she have the spare energy to think about other things...
Lin Xin stopped the subordinate guard who was about to go report, choosing instead to quietly lead his group to observe the three as they sparred from afar.
After the gunshots faded and Yong Xiao departed, those present all raised their weapons and fired in his direction. A barrage of gunfire erupted as Yong Xiao broke into a zigzagging run, dodging the bullets with unpredictable movements.
There were limits to one's strength here—one could only cultivate up to the Bright Moon rank. The rules of this place were incomplete and broken; to go further, one had to break through the boundaries and leave.
In a guest room upstairs in the White Palace, Shen Tiancheng sat on the sofa while Shen Beilin meticulously cleaned his gun, adjusted the rifling, and checked the magazine. These habits were ingrained in him years ago—wherever he was, if he had a gun on him, he would always check it thoroughly before slipping it under his pillow.
He had once heard Master Lu say that the opportunity for a breakthrough lay in the south, though it might not be in this military camp.
On Zhushan and even within the Celestial Workshop, many powerful figures from various factions paused to watch intently.
Though it was addressed to everyone, it was clearly meant for the newly arrived strategist among them.
It was likely these were the very experts who had once disregarded the prohibitions and entered the forbidden grounds of the Sacred Medicine Valley. Otherwise, their bones would not have remained until today. Even so, the white bones were riddled with holes and heavily weathered, as if they would crumble at the slightest touch.
The Hall of the Way was divided into three levels: Slaughter, Life, and Tranquility. From the balcony of the third level—Tranquility—one could see Mount Wuding suspended in the air, black clouds swirling around it.
In the next instant, his figure disappeared from where he stood, and at the same time, the various great formations in the mountains activated, all coming to life at once.
"!og!" Li Cheng was astonished. She finally understood why she had such a skewed perception of Bai Yu.
This man was none other than Lin Feizhuo. In just two days, a once-dashing gentleman had become a bloodied, broken prisoner.
"Alright, you need to control the press conference. Don't let the reporters ask any wild questions—understand?" Fu Mingyuan tapped his finger on the table, his mind clearly calculating something yet again.
Jiang Lai had always been gentle, like a breeze under the moon. Even if her power was extraordinary, it always manifested as a gentle force to those around her. The breeze and moonlight belonged to all, but Jiang Lai belonged only to Wanqing.
After delivering medicine to Banzhi, the bell-bearer chatted a while longer before returning to report to Madam Cen. The lady had been concerned for Banzhi for days, and now that she was awake, it was important to let her know as soon as possible.
He was only putting on an act—it was impossible for him to truly go head-to-head with the other side. Now that his opponent was overreaching, he certainly wouldn't indulge them any longer.
Indeed, in terms of status alone, he—a commoner—could not compare to the students of the Green Shoots Academy.
By the end of May, Cen Xijuan began frequenting the Yu Residence to tutor Yu Chen's younger brother, Yu Yang, in his early lessons.
Most importantly, Gu Haoxiao had never paid attention to the entertainment industry. Even when she was slandered and called names, he remained oblivious.
In the company, some employees greeted Zhao Qianqian, while others deliberately avoided her. She remained indifferent—she had experienced enough of the fickleness of human relationships and the coldness of the world these past weeks, and her heart had grown stronger.
Xue Yan didn't continue speaking. Instead, he pulled her from the bed, told her to shower, and then accompanied her downstairs to eat. He stayed with her while she ate, and when she was done and back in bed, only then did he return to the office.
It wasn't that the old lady was partial, insisting the second master obey the eldest. It was just that, given the second son's temperament, if he didn't have someone to keep him in check, there was no telling what kind of trouble he might cause.