Volume 1, Chapter 33: Did You Get So Good at This by Taking Care of Su Yuejin?

Her gaze was filled with warning, like an ultimatum drawing a line in the sand.

Gu Yubai fell silent, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

He recalled his last visit to the Si residence and the cryptic attitude of Si Hongzhou; he knew in his heart that Si Tang’s words were likely nothing more than wishful thinking.

"The success of this mission is entirely due to our junior sister’s precise planning, which saved us from disaster. Junior sister, tell us how you would like us to thank you. With such a generous bonus, I can certainly treat everyone," Jiang Shichi said with a beaming smile.

At first glance, those eyes seemed devoid of pupils, but a closer look revealed a hidden, dangerous aura more captivating than any ordinary gaze.

It wasn't until Zhan Tianyue suddenly stopped and looked back that Qiao Chu followed his gaze.

He Silang’s heart sank. Discuss what? Looking into her shimmering, watery eyes—no longer as clear as they once were, but seemingly tangled with complex emotions—he felt a sense of foreboding.

However, this was not necessarily set in stone, as Chang Jimiao might have deliberately shortened the time.

With flowing long hair and an elegant posture, his silver-white robes fluttered slightly. He walked upon the bluestone pavement, flanked by black-tiled white walls; though he walked in the world of men, he seemed entirely untouched by its dust.

The night-watch bodyguards were all hiding from the rain inside the house, allowing Qiao Chu and Shen Sang to slip away silently, unnoticed by anyone.

"Go in and bring them out to me," the old woman commanded in a loud voice, and four burly men marched toward the inner room with aggressive intent.

Having eaten his fill, A-Jiu cupped his hands and said sincerely, "Many thanks to Master Cheng for your generous hospitality. With the spring imperial examinations approaching, I must return home to study. Farewell." He didn't give Cheng San any opportunity to persuade him to stay, and departed with a graceful, unhurried air.

Seated in the living room, Li Xiande took a sip of tea and slowly recounted his phone conversation with Li Ru. Before he could even finish, Li Ronghao’s aunt began to shriek.

Jiayu had no choice but to suppress his questions. To help Shan Hua gather as many people as possible at the northern base, he had to ramble, pretend to surrender, and engage in banter. Less than three minutes later, the door opened.

Li Lin tried to look angry, but as she pouted, she habitually made a face like Donald Duck, which inevitably turned into an act of coquetry. Even her tone mimicked it: "Why are you like this..." she said, stamping her foot.

A complete break... never to see you again for all eternity... Hearing these words, Ding Xiaotian’s body trembled slightly, his already dejected expression turning even grayer.

Ouyang Qiancheng looked up at Xiang Yu and saw that her expression was complex, tinged with melancholy yet holding a trace of blessing.

Looking at their unsophisticated, rustic attire, his face darkened. "Which department are you from? This area is under the jurisdiction of the Security Bureau; neither the military region nor the local government has the authority to inquire here. Please leave, both of you." With that, he signaled the guards to drive them away immediately.

As soon as she entered the shop, she saw Wang Juanjuan busy at work; school had just let out, and a crowd of students had packed the store.

Between the sphere and the pedestal on the plaza floor, there was a massive gap over five meters wide. Beneath the gap lay a huge pit with a smooth slope extending downward. The mirror-like planet hovered above the pedestal, rotating slowly without any support.

The people present showed looks of understanding; as Shikaku analyzed the situation, they too felt that this must be the case.

Yet the result chilled her heart once more. Because the spice was so rare, neither the Empress nor Consort Lian had been willing to use even a bit of it; both boxes remained full and untouched.

The All-Heaven Evil Lord, unwilling to accept defeat, slipped out of the Silent Valley when Ge Minshan was not looking and never returned.

"Oh no! That sounds like Miss Lin’s voice. She is the most sensitive of all. Qingwen, with that sharp tongue of yours, what if you’ve angered her? Baoyu..." Xiren exclaimed in alarm.