Volume 1, Chapter 24: Vows of Love

Assigning new officers, hosting officials, coordinating meetings—my sick leave was quickly whittled down to its final night.

However, before Liu Sheng could even speak, the sound of an argument erupted, drifting from afar and growing louder as it drew closer.

Meanwhile, Nan Changqing had been wearing a contemplative expression ever since Qingyue and Yun Qingrou began their conversation. Although he found their exchange confusing, he remained sensitive enough to commit a few key terms to memory.

"Don't get so close; you aren't worthy!" Whether it was the consciousness of the First Emperor resurfacing or not, Liu Tian let out another arrogant outburst.

The teachers stood at the front of their respective formations, their faces grave. Many of them had lived through that great war three thousand years ago, and the memories of their fallen colleagues remained fresh in their minds.

Byodoin lowered his eyes slightly. "Edogawa, is your strength truly worth my anticipation? Let me see it."

Watching Qingyue bristle, Nan Changqing let out a hearty laugh. "Let's go." He took her hand with a casual, natural grace.

It was precisely because her love was so profound that she could not accept Mo Zi’s death—could not accept that Mo Zi had died just like that, died for someone other than her.

She tapped her foot lightly against the guards of the honor guard, leaping across the nearly thirty-meter span in an instant. Bamo and Fily, standing at the front, seemed frozen with shock, standing there blankly without moving an inch.

"Kill! Charge to the city gates and open them!" Since they had been discovered, Xuanyue no longer bothered to hide. The Qingyao Sword in his hand turned into a streak of light, striking down the soldier who had cried out, followed by his thunderous command.

Li Mu also had a way to resolve the depletion of mental energy: crafting equipment capable of restoring it.

If the police were to track him down later and identify this black card, it would be tantamount to a confession of guilt.

Every human fears an opponent stronger than themselves. Once the man in the suit regained his senses, he retreated awkwardly to the side, not daring to take another step forward without his boss's order.

Ye Chen shook his head and sighed inwardly: I was kind enough to let you answer the phone, so why are you airing your old man’s dirty laundry?

The boy had intended to retort, but seeing Li Xiaoxiao’s eyebrows knit together as she glared at the interrupter, he felt a surge of secret delight.

Just as Ye Chen was about to flash his signature smile, he noticed that the gazes of the people around him felt a bit off. He turned his head and saw the two girls stealing the spotlight.

He had come to participate in the selection for the Yunting Imperial Guard in good faith; although his path had been somewhat unconventional, it at least fell within the unwritten rules of Great Yu.

Xiao Luo sighed dejectedly, realizing that no matter how much he thought about it now, it only added to his troubles without changing the situation in the slightest.

"Um... Shi Hao, I was wondering, isn't it a bit inconvenient to talk here?" Seeing the crowd growing larger, Su Momo finally realized that they were standing at the school gate, flanked by two handsome men with absolute lethality.

Shopkeeper Sun consulted with the head baker, offering twenty taels of silver if he would teach Sister Zhang how to make pastries. The baker’s skills were only average, even by Zheng City standards, and being advanced in years, he agreed readily. By teaching Sister Zhang to bake, he could earn those twenty taels and retire to his hometown.

The car ahead made a sharp turn onto a narrow, deserted asphalt road.

Just as the figure of the Universal Sovereign, Liu Qianlang, was about to vanish from the sight of those from the Four-Colored Star Palace, his nine beloved wives drifted to the very front of the procession. With misty eyes, Miao Yan sent a telepathic message.