Chapter 48: Just Look at the Good Deeds You’ve Done!

No wonder Sister Xue said Lin Nian had left. If he didn’t leave, staying would only lead to a dead end.

Gu Anyu glanced at Cheng Xueyang; Sister Xue seemed to know everything.

Meeting Gu Anyu’s gaze, Cheng Xueyang smiled faintly. “What’s wrong?”

Gu Anyu showed a trace of embarrassment and quickly lowered her head. “Nothing. I was just thinking that maybe the fire at the Lin family wasn’t so terrible after all. Lin Xuan was involved in the rebellion; they didn’t stand a chance either.”

Moreover, Ding Yan had always dreamed of becoming the number one on the Death God Alliance leaderboard. Though the goal seemed unrealistic, she said it was the dream she strove for.

“So it was her,” Lin Zongyi said with a meaningful tone, still fiddling with that box of medicine. It was clear this matter was far from over.

Too much charm becomes tiresome; after all, not every man possesses Lin Zongyi’s qualities—how he infused elegance into his very bones and eyes, every movement and smile stirring a tingling sensation from head to toe. Ninety-nine percent of men fail to find the right balance, ending up like a crude oilfield.

On the arena, Liu Chiting hadn’t intended to reveal his strength so soon, knowing that among the remaining ten, he was still within the ranks.

But Tian Jizi, like a robot without pain, moved mechanically closer to Hongjun, relentlessly pounding his fists against Hongjun’s body. Hongjun countered continuously; neither willing to part, their exchanges fierce and unyielding.

Bubbles of blood surfaced repeatedly from the sea of blood, bursting near the surface, releasing a dark red mist that drifted slowly toward the crimson sky.

Shen Si had just returned to Qinghong when he saw a crowd of entertainment reporters gathered below Qinghong Tower. His brows involuntarily furrowed.

“Stay in your room these days. When this passes, I’ll send you abroad,” Father Xu said helplessly.

Though it was nearly May, summer, snow fell heavily here, covering the land in a thousand miles of white.

Even a fool like Kristin knew something was wrong; after all, no apprentice witch could ascend to full witch so suddenly, nor would any want to devour others alive.

It was like a newborn in the hospital who refused to cry and was spanked—though it was for the child’s own good, no one knew if the child consented. Moreover, the True Martial Emperor, though late in transformation, was not entirely without awareness. He understood, to some extent, how Haotian rose to power.

Mo Lin felt the shift in his own aura, nodding slightly with a smile.

Inside the An family ancestral hall, Tang Feng sat among the guests. Surrounding him were elderly men, some middle-aged, some young—third-generation descendants of the An family.

“The closest wizard organization to the Black Witch Alliance is the Pale Mask...” Mo Lin muttered, then vanished into the bustling crowd of wizards.

Li Jiancheng also set down his wine cup, half-drunk and swaying, saying, “What else is there to do?”

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