Volume One, Chapter 48: A Familiar Silhouette

“All right, Bai Ye, we’ll provide you with the relevant identification for our Scavengers later,” Chu Xiong said.

“Identification?” Chen Tianming was a bit surprised.

“Of course,” Wen Xin explained with a smile. “This identification basically grants you law enforcement authority here in Jiangcheng.”

The more one journeys through the mundane world, the more one realizes how many ancient philosophical insights carry profound guidance.

However, their approach to socializing was indeed somewhat improper, so they had to make amends to Chen Xueqian.

At the Phoenix Fairy Tower, Li Wei savored a dish made from the wings of a Fire Phoenix at the Core Formation stage. The flavor was truly exquisite—far superior to ordinary fried chicken wings. Although Core Formation beasts supplied very little spiritual energy, the taste remained outstanding.

“This kind of luxury is unmatched. If your godfather went to war looking like this, he certainly wouldn’t have to endure much hardship,” the Second Senior Brother murmured to Xia Qing in admiration.

Despite the exorbitant price and daily rationing, this unassuming place was actually frequented only by those of considerable status.

Luoning, holding her breath anxiously, still inhaled some of the gas. Suddenly, her head spun dizzily.

“Before my father left, he kept murmuring about his jade,” Qin Jiarou said softly, lifting her wine glass again to drain the red wine in one gulp.

“Master, it’s getting late. If we rush over now, we might miss the innkeeper. It’s better to stay the night and depart early tomorrow. We’ll still have time for dinner wherever we arrive,” a steady middle-aged man, looking like a butler, advised.

Cheng Feng neither agreed nor refused to drink. Instead, he turned the car toward a familiar bar.

Shen Rong sighed, replacing the towel on his forehead with a fresh one, only to have Han Lei grab his wrist instantly.

Alongside his admiration, Jialan quietly took note of the object called a “glider” by You Tian.

Wang Hanzhi, fearing she might witness the previous scene again, shut her eyes tightly, refusing to open them despite the screams of battle echoing around her.

“Hao Yu! You’re lucky this time. Next time... next time, I’ll kill you for sure,” Feng Yan muttered angrily as he watched the rapidly receding blurry landscape through the porthole.

As the mountain bandit leader frowned in thought, seven or eight horsemen suddenly rushed out behind him. After exchanging glances, their faces grew excited.

A sharp sound cut through the air near Wu Yu’s ear, instantly alarming him, but it was already too late.

Shuang’er mused, “There aren’t many complaints. The princess said the dormitory was too crowded; I told her it was to save more people and that it would improve once the new dorm was built. When she saw the cafeteria and the children playing, I said that was your arrangement—to let the kids have a holiday during the New Year.”

The demon dragon’s strength waned severely, its counterattacks growing feeble, reduced to desperate struggles against the siege of the Demon God Ape.

With the formidable stamina of the top three, Chen Dongyu had no choice but to trail behind. If the top three truly wanted to flee, Chen Dongyu simply couldn’t keep up.

After the opening ceremony, Du Ning found an excuse to leave early with Bian Yuanhang and Gu Tianle.

After all, the two were once powerful ministers. Skilled in sleeve dancing, Yun Zhongzi hadn’t expected them to agree so swiftly. He was deeply frustrated, wishing he had used force from the start instead of wasting so much time and breath.

The matter of the Heaven-Mending Divine Mirror couldn’t be hidden from Lin Zifeng, and Guo Lin never intended to conceal it from him either. Sometimes, sharing one’s secrets brings a sense of trust and greatly strengthens relationships. Guo Lin understood this principle—though, of course, one must choose the right person first.