Volume 1, Chapter 67: The Finest Brothel in Chang'an

The Qinxiang Pavilion in the Southern Quarters of Pingkang Ward is one of the finest brothels in the city.

Although he felt a secret urge to go and take a look, he still cared deeply for his wife; given the choice, he would rather never visit such a place in his entire life.

Amidst the roaring thunder and flying sparks, both Sasuke's 雷神光剑 and Yugito's sharp claws simultaneously developed a tiny, fine crack.

Moreover, dreams are incomparably vivid. Although the memories of a dream become fragmented after waking, while it is actually occurring, it is entirely complete.

Zhao Qitian and I exchanged a glance, both of us seeing the worry in each other's eyes. It was not that we were unwilling to help Old Third Xie, but rather that we felt neither he nor we should get mixed up in this mess.

After stepping out of the clothing store, the shadow clone continued walking toward the Uchiha clan compound with a calm expression, its pace neither hurried nor slow.

He certainly had no intention of offending two heavyweight figures just for some mere Spirit Emperor who was soon to be replaced by the Poison Douluo; doing so would be utterly worthless.

Unfortunately, martial arts techniques of this sort that could increase wisdom and elevate enlightenment were exceedingly rare to begin with, and each and every one of them was immensely precious.

As the situation continued to ferment, right at that moment, amidst the ringing of a telephone going "ding-ding-ding~," Su Yingxue glanced at Jiang Lang, waiting for his instructions.

At this point, she paused, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the youthful Sasuke with a face full of anticipation.

"You..." Feng Tian glared at him, then gave a meaningful look to Yunxiang. Understanding the cue, Yunxiang walked toward Lu Weining.

Hearing this, Xianyun let go of her, though her gaze still carried a hint of scrutiny, as if she intended to vet whether what Luo Huixue was about to say was true or false.

Major General Tao Wei might not have been truly convinced; presumably, Gu Jianfan had offered some conditions that tempted him, which was why he aligned himself with the same front.

Yet when one had to face a completely helpless kind of force—something so simple and absolute that it could simply ignore everything—

At that moment, Nagato knew that while bringing about these changes, why he was acting the way he was as he did them.

Ji Ruolan stared in a daze at the birthmark on Ji Xiyan's chest, which resembled a blooming red rose. The birthmark was terribly familiar, and her hands began to tremble slightly.

Only once Liu Yus things were resolved could I smoothly proceed with the next step of my plan. Therefore, if Liu Yu failed to deal with her editor-in-chief, my plan would also stall right here and be unable to move forward.

It seemed her guess had been spot on. Yan Xiaoxiao only felt something collapse with a resounding crash deep within her heart. Wasn't this the very outcome she had once desperately desired yet failed to attain? Why, then, was there such a suffocating sensation at this moment?

One of them specialized in the adult entertainment business, controlling all the brothels across the entire city of Osaka under the protection of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

"He treats me very well... I've even put on more weight than I had a while ago." Jiang Qingluo was also a sensible person and rarely dropped the ball at critical moments. Since Jiang Lingguo wanted to exchange polite pleasantries, she would simply accompany him in doing so.

"Has he broken through just like that?" Once everything quieted down, Zhoutian muttered in disbelief under his breath.

Patting Ye Ji on the shoulder beside him, Shen Xi felt somewhat helpless and a little guilty. Her helplessness stemmed from her second brother's attitude, while her guilt encompassed the matters concerning Ye Chen.

She could discern from the vast sea of information that she had simply been dropped off here. As for who exactly had sent her, she seemed to have a vague inkling.

Emerging from the teahouse and seeing Yang Nianhai heading straight for Zhao Yuling's shop, he figured something was amiss and followed him inside.

This face... Wu Feiyu's heart grew cold once again. He did not seem like a man obsessed with beauty, so what on earth was this face of hers being used for? Was she the one who made him think of the person residing in his heart? For the very first time, she felt the sourness of jealousy. Was that it? Was she merely a shadow of another?