Volume One, Chapter 36: Is It Fun?

So, was Zhou Huaiqing just trying to cheer her up?
I have to say, his way of comforting people is quite unique.
"I'm not in a bad mood," Wen Li denied, then hesitated, "I was just..."
She was simply lost in thought, and it just so happened that Zhou Huaiqing caught her in the act.
Zhou Huaiqing pressed further, "Just what?"
The Moral Sect had grown accustomed to being arrogant, and all the major sects and families loathed them! Having finally caught them in a vulnerable position, the experts from the Four Great Families felt a renewed sense of pride.
Ye Xiu's actions were tantamount to indirectly clearing a minefield for him, removing a significant source of trouble; otherwise, he would never have shown such a favorable attitude toward Ye Xiu.
Jiang Huairen dodged, his hand forming a fist seal as the power of light burst forth, illuminating the world and purifying all filth. Fear deepened in Yang Fan's eyes, and he retreated rapidly; he was truly terrified of this fist technique. His power had weakened precisely because of it—the light energy seemed to take root within his body, eroding his strength until all his demonic essence withered away.
Xuanyuan Hong understood. After bidding farewell to Xuanyuan Mingze and the others, he took three low-grade spirit stones and went to see Jiang Huairen.
He saw him scoop two bowls of rice, pick one up, and eat with complete composure, as if he had forgotten there was a guest in the house.
He held his iron sword horizontally across his chest, mentally preparing some powerful techniques from the Flow Sect, ready to command reality with a single word at any moment.
In this atmosphere, cultivators were forbidden from releasing their divine sense at will. If discovered by the shop's stewards or others, it would be seen as harboring ulterior motives, and it might even trigger the shop's defensive barriers, leading to unnecessary conflict. Xu Yang, of course, was well aware of this common rule.
That formidable enemy was none other than the Great Joy Bodhisattva, a figure ranked among the Ten Heavenly Sages, a person of ambiguous morality whose presence was as elusive as a dragon in the clouds.
There was no communication, not even an exchange of glances, yet the movements of the four were almost perfectly synchronized, and their techniques were identical.
Jiang Huairen didn't really know how he managed to eat the appetizers; there was only one word for it: gulped. After the banquet, Zhu Hongwu took Jiang Huairen to the place where the Zhu family stored their herbs and ores. Zhu Hongwu was incredibly generous, telling Jiang Huairen to take whatever he wanted, which delighted him to no end.
However, those two guys, Lin Feng and Zhao Kaijun, were also incredibly cunning. Knowing they had killed their opponents twice, they were certain the enemy jungler would come for a gank. After securing vision, the moment they spotted the Rek'Sai, they retreated decisively; even if it meant missing a wave of minions, they wouldn't let the enemy secure a kill.
The men immediately tapped their heads. Why wouldn't it work? It was the herdsmen who followed the pastures, not the nobility. Besides, the activity range of each tribe was fixed, and the residence of a tribal chief was permanent. It was just that in the early years, everyone felt tents were more spacious than houses, so they hadn't changed; perhaps now was the time.
Because the outcome of this battle would determine whether the First Middle School or the Third Middle School would submit to the other, it was no longer just a matter for Su Chen's group of five, but for the entire ninth grade.
"Set up vision and sweep their jungle." We have a huge advantage now, but the opponents have a team-oriented lineup. If they play a defensive game backed by their turrets, we might not gain any benefit. The wisest choice is to invade their jungle, squeeze their territory, and let them face a slow death.
The Fairy of the Jade Pool did not shatter this diamond meteorite; she took it back, intending to offer it to the Queen Mother of the West.
"Give me two days," Rosalind said wearily, then closed her eyes and leaned back in her soft chair, unwilling to speak further.
But thinking about it carefully, if anything happened to Master Pan, I would surely be the one to go first, because that old senior would target me before anyone else. In that case, there would be no need to worry about how to explain things to Boss Xiao.