Chapter 96: The City of Time

No one knew how much time had passed before Shen Xin slowly digested the information in his mind.

A thought flickered through him, and the next instant he appeared beside Shi Qian.

Longing unforgotten will always find an answer.

When Shen Xin came to his senses, he was standing beside that old man, Shi Qian.

Besides, the situation in the Western Empire was even more complicated than in the Eastern Empire. Even Mathilde could only hold the territories that had once belonged to the Mexican Empire. The other regions were simply beyond her reach. If someone else were to take power, the turmoil would likely spread far beyond Brazil, Paraguay, Uruguay, and Argentina.

“Your Majesty, did Caesar really agree to lend us five hundred thousand troops?” Han Si asked, edging up beside Zhu Huajuan, still uncertain.

Cultivation was, after all, a matter of slow and steady grinding. Who knew how long it would take before one could ascend in broad daylight? If, in the end, every opportunity were met, yet fate proved too short and the end of life arrived instead, would there not be bitter regret too late to mend?

“Your Majesty need not hurry. Tell me—how many millions are you planning to resettle here? How about fifty million?” President Liu said with a smile.

By attaching herself to Kuang Shijie, who was now nothing more than a complete young master, she was merely using him as a stepping stone. The Kuang family was generous enough to spend money on her, and she wanted for nothing. Through her connection with the second young master of the Kuang family, she had now even managed to hook up with the eldest son. Otherwise, how would she dare flaunt her advantages before Tang Sheng?

Mayor Wang and Principal Tang looked at each other, tongues tied.

This was indeed qigong, not some street performance.

All relevant evidence had been cleaned away by her. As for people, only a few dozen utterly loyal ones remained, scattered across the realm of Great Zhou. Under ordinary circumstances, they had no contact with one another at all, and only made one-way contact when necessary.

By the time they reached the city proper, it was already noon. Liu Tian did not go anywhere else; he went first to see Zhou Lanlan.

Quinn had never expected the man in the canyon to be so formidable. Taken off guard, the pillar-like sword aura was split cleanly into two by the other man’s blade aura.

“How could she...” Hua Jingfeng narrowed his eyes and stroked his goatee. It was a habitual gesture; whenever he thought about something, he would unconsciously smooth his beard.

It was about Chen Fei. Chen Fei was one of Yao Er’s people, while the Southern clan backed the top man. Though he had been parachuted in from above, power was power, after all.

But just as Mo Yufei and Li Shanshan were astonished, the many motionless rare flowers and strange herbs seemed to have been stirred into life. With startling fervor, they sprang up violently. Thousands of blossoms and stalks, like thousands of ghosts, lashed and flailed as they flew at once to entangle Mo Yufei and Li Shanshan.

“Senior, look at this. Senior Brother is jealous of me. For all we know, he’s been sneaking bites behind our backs,” I said to Chen Baozhu, ignoring that infuriating fellow.

I reckoned that the men from the Six Doors and the Ninth Department were sworn enemies, so this time, with both departments gathered together for a meeting, no one looked at anyone else with much goodwill.

Ding Xiaowei wore an all-black suit. She had arched brows and large eyes, a delicate upturned nose, and a tiny beauty mark on the right side of her lip, which made her look especially refined. When she sat down, her legs were pressed neatly together and her waist held straight. Compared with Chen Shaohua, her aura of elegance was even more pronounced.

She had seen all kinds of romantic confessions long ago, yet never had any boy’s declaration made her heart pound so wildly and left her so utterly flustered as Luo Haofeng’s actions had.

With a budget of three and a half million and an entirely fresh cast, to achieve such dazzling results was an accomplishment of rare brilliance. Jinlong’s glory could be said to have stood unrivaled for a time, and even Xiang Huasheng could only admit he fell short.

He did not mention the word star, fearing that if Su Fengjin heard it again, she would lose control of her emotions. But father and son understood each other perfectly without words.

Unexpectedly, someone had actually managed to refine Spirit-Eye Green Soul Powder. For them, this was nothing short of disastrous news.

After carefully inspecting the materials in the storage pouch, Su Yunliang estimated a fairly conservative quantity before finally beginning her work.