Volume 1, Chapter 30: My Lord, Why Have You Returned?

"Anda, where are we now?" Having changed their destiny but not their brotherhood—perhaps due to the innocence of youth, or perhaps because the premature uprising failed to ignite certain conflicts—Temujin and Jamukha still maintained an excellent relationship, even looking out for each other as they fled for their lives.

Longyan Xuefeng held her tighter upon hearing this, and Gusu Wenya did not struggle, yielding to his embrace. Her mind was currently filled with speculation about Longyan Xuefeng's identity, and she increasingly believed he was the child of her sister and brother-in-law. What harm was there in letting him hold her?

After so many years of life's tempering, Old Qi had gained a new understanding of that story. It was not about wealth, but about two different attitudes toward life and conduct. Judging the two different approaches—transcendence versus worldly involvement—by wealth alone made the standards vary from person to person.

Zhang Xue spoke seriously about the dangers of having more children than allowed, a situation that even someone in her circumstances could not avoid.

"Heh, perhaps he really does have that capability?" another person remarked with a mocking smile.

She had acted in a film, her husband was by her side, and a beautiful life should have begun, yet it came to an abrupt end.

"Within the palace walls, Father, you had better not resort to arms; otherwise, those muskets in their hands are certainly not just for show!" Since the moment had come to completely strip away the facade, Li Fengniang did not mind revealing a few more of her secrets, if only to make Emperor Xiaozong clearly realize his current predicament.

It felt as though the matter could no longer be explained clearly. Besides, it was strange—why was Si Hui so certain that there was rat poison in the bean paste buns?

Watching the housekeeper meet with an accident on the news—just an ordinary traffic collision—left them in a foul mood.

When Zhang Xue saw Liao Qing, she was disheveled, her clothes in tatters, as if she had been in a fight; indeed, she had.

"Knock, knock." Two or three soft taps sounded at the door, as gentle as if the person were afraid of disturbing the room's occupant, even though the knocker knew the person inside was certainly wide awake.

The virtual screen was not very clear, being a transparent projection, but everyone could see what was happening.

Qin Ge turned his head abruptly, and in that instant, he saw an old man—the very same man who had stood up for Wang Lan downstairs.

"Swim over! Swim over!" Heizi gestured to me. He did not know what else to say, but a chilling coldness gripped his heart.

He pivoted his body with force, causing his Tang sword to churn violently in Wu Qiangyun's chest, before kicking him flying.

Yang Yuqing could not help but roar. Ever since meeting this shameless man, she had been the one suffering, and she swore she would find time to teach him a lesson; she was no pushover.

I originally did not care about these things and would not have minded admitting defeat, but today, my senior martial brother, the sect leader, had a deep talk with me. He strictly ordered me to consider the reputation of the Qingcheng Sect and to defeat those who came to challenge us, no matter what. I was deeply reluctant, but looking at my senior brother’s aged face and earnest eyes, I agreed.

Jianxiake watched Li Biao's inscrutable expression for a long while, waiting to see if Li Biao would turn into a skeleton monster out of darkness, but after quite some time, he found that Li Biao remained in the same posture, showing no signs of succumbing to the darkness.

Heruo Huaixin had retreated to the doorway. The charcoal fire was burning brightly, heating the room until it was warm and adding a touch of lethargy.

"I have a presumptuous question, if I may ask Master Wang?" Hua Hu inquired.

"This is interesting. Could it be that Hu Guang changed his appearance so much that Chen Yishui didn't recognize him?" Su Youlian said.

But Long Dadan was startled by him. Blind? This person who looked so handsome was actually blind?

No wonder this guy said earlier that some things were difficult to explain clearly to her. Black Rose had been wondering what could be so inconvenient to tell her, but only now did she realize that Chu Tian had done such a wicked thing.

"But the prerequisite is that he must be able to hold on; otherwise, throw him back wherever you picked him up from." Yi Wuyao had already lit the stove and said leisurely. On the other side, Qin Wuxian had brought over Yi Wuyao's treasures.

Because Ji Yue'e enjoyed a sterling reputation among the social elite of Yanjing and had built excellent personal relationships with everyone, the club was extremely popular, with people bringing friends to patronize it almost every day.

"Woo-woo~" However, just then, Nangong Jian, who had just left, returned and kicked the giant lobster's head. The head tilted, but there was no other reaction.

Hot tongues of flame licked the surroundings; those closer were ignited, then rolled backward in the inferno. The damp mud was baked until it cracked, and a slender hand seemed to reach out from the flames, followed by a vague human silhouette emerging.

For the person in his arms was none other than that non-mainstream girl, only today she wasn't wearing so many clinking trinkets, nor was her face painted with heavy makeup, though that afro was still striking.

Qin Yun let Mo Xiao choose the cauldron and materials first. Mo Xiao did not stand on ceremony, picked one portion, and left the remaining cauldron and materials for Qin Yun.