Volume One, Chapter 30: Retribution
Zheng Shuang could not help saying, “Brother Biao, this map doesn’t look fake. If there really is a treasure, we’ll make a fortune.”
Wu Jiaqian knew she had made a spectacle of herself. She grabbed a tissue to wipe the mucus and coffee from her face, then, cheeks burning, hurried out of the café.
Two days later, the tragedy that befell Shadowless City shocked the entire continent. The disappearance of the Divine Movement Clan left the remaining Golden Clans trembling with fear—especially the currently ascendant Blazing Flame Clan and the C? Luo Clan.
That night, for the first time, Yang Qian was not facing the hill occupied by the Vietnamese troops opposite him. As usual, he lay motionless and tireless in a shell crater near the rear mountain, his heart tense. Another team member was stationed not far away.
She had made up her mind to see Cen Gang, but there were always people guarding the door of his hospital room. They refused to let her in, and she could not contact him.
A gentle voice sounded beside him. He withdrew from his thoughts and saw Ye Zhen carrying tea. She said, “Father, have a cup of tea to calm your nerves.” She was astonishingly composed, as though marrying Jun Ninglan were something she had expected all along, not a matter worthy of surprise or panic—even though he was the notoriously dissolute prince.
Why had he appeared before her just when she most wanted to see him? If only he had not come, then her love for him would not have deepened as it had now.
Even the An Residence, half destroyed, was strewn with blood-red petals. From a distance, was it a rain of blood or a sea of flowers? The sight was unbearably poignant.
Lin Zhenghao nodded, happily rubbing Duan Ling’s shoulder as he turned his head toward the window. Serene moonlight streamed through the lattice and spilled across the floor, filling the room with peace and quiet.
Beginning the very next day, An Xijuan took Mao Mao to Zhuang Erqiao’s house early each morning, then walked to work. About ten minutes later, Erqiao and Zhou Qing would cycle to work as well. They sometimes encountered one another on the way, but never spoke.
When Ji Xuan entered the office, Xu Mei was busy. After hesitating for a moment, Ji Xuan placed the USB drive on her desk.
He had already taken the woman he loved there in secret for a visit. The results had been astonishing, and she had been especially delighted.
When Erqiao woke, it was already four in the afternoon. After thinking it over, she got dressed and rushed downstairs, planning to make another trip to the Old Huai Kingdom.
The rocks had come from the mountain in the first place, so strictly speaking, the formation had lasted only a brief while—it had merely been improvised on a whim. But the scale of it clearly revealed an intent to kill. Lin Shu would naturally not let anyone who had dared attack them from the shadows escape unpunished.
What Elder Whitebrow had not expected was that, the instant he withdrew his spiritual power, Ouyang Xuanxuan’s eyes closed once more.
“It’s been a month since I last saw you. I wanted to come and see you.” Though Chai Xiujing said this, she still lay down in accordance with Ji Xuan’s wishes.
“Damn it! Damn it!” Seeing that Ren Qinglian merely cast him a glance, Dog Butcher howled with rage. His whip grew ever more vicious, shrieking through the air like a venomous serpent as it lashed toward Ren Qinglian’s chest.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask something, an agonizing headache suddenly split his skull. A massive stream of information surged into his mind, and a few seconds later, he realized that he had crossed into another world.
“Pride?” Meng Tian interrupted with a puzzled look. “So you care about that useless thing too, Brother? I thought that if you ever had to choose between pride and good food, you’d pick fish soup without the slightest hesitation!”
At the very center of the countless rays of light converging overhead, that peachwood sword of immense and mysterious origin shattered on the spot, dissolving into nothingness.
That homeless sword aura drifted through White Jade Capital, slicing apart an unknown number of seas of cloud.
The power that had suddenly erupted was immense. Doomfree Xiaoyao furrowed his brow slightly, then rose with a shout. His divine sense blazed outward as he searched, and soon found the narrow passage leading into the inner courtyard.