Volume 1 Chapter 41 Finally Found My Head

The heavy door swung open, and an old man walked out slowly with his hands clasped behind his back.

He looked to be around seventy years of age, yet he was in robust health, walking with a briskness that surpassed that of a young man.

Upon opening the door and catching sight of the figures standing outside, the old man looked rather surprised.

"Are you folks from out of town? Why are you here so early? The shop isn't open yet."

Before she could spare another moment for sorrow and contemplation, Tang Wanyi had already hurried inside, accompanied by Fang Zhixuan, while Ming Shiyun even faintly caught the sound of Shuya voicing doubts before being intercepted and turned away.

All memories of the past flooded into his mind, relentlessly torturing his heart until it ached so intensely that he could barely breathe, forcing him to gasp heavily through his mouth as he hastily lunged to her side and gently gathered her into his embrace.

Naturally, Qin Qiong could quietly add a few more tenant farmers to the rolls, and neither the Ministry of Appointments nor the Ministry of Revenue would investigate the matter in such meticulous detail.

She had to protect Qianqian at all costs, for she could no longer endure a blow of this magnitude. It was simply too cruel to her; why could Yan Zhengxi have been so ruthless toward her?

"I couldn't care less about being friends with you." Zhou Xuan glared at him, yanked the door open, and stalked out.

Knowing that Ming Yu had acquired a wondrous artifact, he had pursued him all the way, driven entirely by the desire to seize that unbelievable treasure.

She stood beside the Celestial Emperor, dressed in thin garments, the most striking feature being the bells tied around her wrists and ankles, which chimed crisply with every movement.

By this time, Xia Tian was effectively the leader of the Flying Sky Gang in all but name, and as such, he felt he had to take responsibility for the gang's affairs; otherwise, it would be difficult for him to command obedience among the members.

"Message received." Ke Han glanced at the short, dilapidated chair without bothering to sit down. Instead, he walked familiarly over to the tea cabinet and began preparing to brew tea himself. Furthermore, his answers to President Shi's inquiries were brief, concise, and utterly blunt. It was apparent that he held no respect for a leader like President Shi and had merely come to go through the motions.

More importantly, Liu Xun was not Chen Ji; Liu Xun lacked the capability and preparation to master his own destiny. At this moment, he must be terrified out of his wits.

Seeing that Liu An had stopped moving, Wanrou stepped back a few paces, turned around, and giggled secretly while putting on a feigned expression of anger.

Up in the air, Ding Huan and Master A-Gui found themselves unable to intervene for the moment, leaving them consumed with anxiety. The two communicated via their transceivers, yet they could only circle helplessly above the battlefield, much like a pair of majestic eagles soaring in the sky and glaring at the chaotic battlefield below, desperate to strike as they watched the wild rabbits scatter in all directions, yet unable to find an opening.

Lin Zhiwei had originally expected that upon hearing his words, Lin Zhihong would immediately reprimand the attendant. To his utter astonishment, not only did Lin Zhihong refrain from scolding the attendant, but he actually walked right up to the employee and began inquiring warmly about their well-being.

As he walked, a formidable force surged toward him. This power was so immense that Han Bing had no room to resist; he stumbled and crashed face-first onto the ground. True to legend, the ancient era was teeming with supreme experts, any one of whom could easily crush him into dust.

"Merely at the Yellow Origin Realm, yet you dare to toy with me. You truly have a death wish," the man in red robes muttered, his figure flashing as he vanished into thin air.

"Fei'er, do not blame your father, for Xia Fan is simply too powerful!" Chen炳坤 rebuked his son before striding out the door.

Tai Wuji dropped from the sky as if an invisible hand had pressed down upon his shoulders, causing his knees to buckle violently amidst a resounding boom as he crashed to the ground. Immediately afterward, his waist bent sharply, and his head involuntarily lowered.

"That Daoist priest Yunlan should be coming to offer you an apology. You may present some requests to him then. His cultivation is quite profound; had he not abandoned his assistance to Liu Tianci, your destiny would not have been altered back so easily." Seeing that the couple were decent people, Nie Wei did not mind offering them a word of guidance.