Volume 1, Chapter 39: None of My Business

In the end, Zhou Huaiqing could only watch as Jiang Chen and Wen Li stepped into the elevator.

Standing alone where he was, he bent down to retrieve the red string, and a sudden, sharp laugh escaped his lips. It was a sense of helplessness born from resignation.

Thinking of this, he felt a shiver of dread; he hesitated to step through the door, knowing that no matter which option he chose, it would be a difficult ordeal for her.

Zhou Wan paused, surprised; this was a rarity. Then, a touch of joy bloomed within her—perhaps he had found someone he loved, she thought, for no one understood a son better than his mother.

"He’s doing well, though to contain the plague in the city, he has to run back and forth with the physicians all day, which has worn him out." As he spoke, Situ Qianchen clearly saw the flicker of heartache in Ling Jiantong’s eyes.

"Poison! You actually used poison?" Sermirak roared. He hadn't felt it at first, but once his skill was spent, he suddenly realized his body was being eroded by something. He was currently in a vacuum of spiritual energy, completely defenseless. In other words, this sky-filling red mist was actually Ziyue’s own potent, venomous spiritual power.

As for Yang Fan, it went without saying that he had been completely transformed from head to toe, appearing even more elegant, refined, and otherworldly.

"Come, come, take off your outer garment and try this on." Hua Yana walked over, waving the clothes with such enthusiasm and ease, as if she were holding something worth only a few hundred dollars.

Long Aolang’s pupils constricted. He held his spear horizontally, and a blood-red radiance surged from the weapon like a raging tide, coalescing into a crimson barrier before him to meet the rain of stones.

The voice was bewitching, like a beautiful snake flicking its tongue. Rong Lang’s body stiffened as he looked at the man before him, who was suddenly overflowing with a demonic aura, realizing only then that he had never truly understood him before.

After saying these words, Xi Zhan felt a flicker of surprise himself. He had never imagined he would be capable of saying something so sentimental, and he smiled with a sense of helpless resignation.

However, while the thought was simple enough, putting it into action was even less likely than the probability of traveling back to ancient times.

The event had transpired too suddenly; Fu Duoduo had no time to resist, and by the time she wanted to, it was already too late.

Su Luo felt immensely honored to have been able to stir up such a storm in this timeline, basking in the glory of Master Jin.

However, no matter how much Mother Zhang spoke in defense of the Eldest Madam, it could not hide the fact that she had not come in person.

Shang Qiu felt his old face burning with heat. So, this was what a true master looked like. Having called the other party arrogant just moments before, he was now overcome with shame.

"What on earth is going on? What about President He? Can’t he handle this either?" I found it strange; He Senshan had been navigating the business world for so many years, could he really not resolve a matter as small as this?

Ling Tian smiled and said, "I have urgent matters to attend to; perhaps some other time." Having said that, Ling Tian skillfully bypassed Shang Qiu and turned to walk toward the exit.

Zhang Yang was still some distance from his crossbow tower formation. He estimated that he would have to endure two more hits to reach it, and given that he could only consume seven potions at a time against the damage dealt by the elites, it was impossible for him to hold out for that long.

Everyone trusted him so much; naturally, he had to do his best for them. After a period of development, the Dark Elves were finally living a life akin to modern society.

He needed to ensure his own health and secure as many opportunities as possible in the limited time he had. Only then could he defeat them—not just in style of play, but in statistics, he needed to truly surpass them.

Of course, Zhang Jiaoer had no intention of using the sale of these dried goods to buy medicine for Han Erlang; she knew it wouldn't be enough anyway. She used these goods as a cover, for she still did not want others to know about the ginseng she was selling.