Chapter 50: Gratitude

An Egyptian guide pointed his finger toward the middle of the dark river and shouted at the team in Egyptian, looking as though he had seen something terrifying.

Mueira pulled Huan Ting back into the shadows; they needed to evacuate before these fools fully reacted.

Yet, some people who cross your path are simply meant to pass by. What wasn't hers would never truly belong to her. She and Jin Yan clearly belonged to different worlds, so why should she wade into the muddy waters of his reality?

Three years had passed. She had originally thought she had let him go, having sworn never to seek him out again. But why, why did he come looking for her now, dragging her into a place like this? What was he trying to do?

However, Tian Tian told him it was no use, because at that moment, the person wasn't even at the shop, having already gone home.

The two of them asked almost simultaneously, their contrasting intonations intertwining and leaving Mu Xichen feeling utterly stifled inside.

"Alright, where are our two clans currently located?" Upon learning the news of their side's resounding victory, Meng Qi was still quite pleased. Having originally anticipated having to endure a period of fleeing, that was naturally no longer necessary.

Of course, if you had the ability to find a better internship on your own, you could also apply to the university to arrange it independently. In this regard, every university was the same.

The moment they descended the mountain, Ji Yunye arrived with his men. Although Hua Mian was safe and sound, lingering fear still gripped his heart. He issued endless instructions, warning her repeatedly never to easily trust any person or animal again, while simultaneously giving Snowball a thorough lecture as well.

Yet, even knowing that Muyue was deceiving him, upon hearing the words "she is dead," he still went blank for a moment, instinctively wanting to strike out at Muyue. Fortunately, he managed to exercise restraint.

"Your Ladyship! Please forgive her! She is simply too exhausted!" Lian'er hurriedly knelt before her, pleading on her behalf.

"Yes, yes, yes." Since Feng Wanmo had put it that way, how could Boss Qiao and the others dare to keep him? They could only respectfully follow his lead and let him go.

Xu Bingbing felt an overwhelming sense of injustice. She had worked so hard—worked so hard to become a better version of herself—all for the sake of the man standing beside her.

She could not channel her spiritual power either, and she couldn't figure it out. Clearly, her cultivation base was still intact, yet she simply couldn't use it! And what was more... the intermittent sharp pains stabbing deep within her body, what was that all about? What on earth had happened in Mo City?

Hurriedly sealing the wine jar tightly, she put it away, picked up her wine glass, inhaled its aroma once more, and took a light sip. Her eyes lit up.

"We are all currently deployed outside the main army, operating under the command of our respective deputy generals. How could we possibly halt the attack just like that?" Li Qingyun wore an ugly expression, yet he spoke duplicitously to stall for time.

Recently, for the most part, Lu Yichen hadn't accompanied Duan Yuanheng out to play.

"Is the young lady about to advance?" Before her surging emotions had even settled, Tie Luo stared in astonishment at the center of the contracting array where the afterglow was gradually dissipating. Mu Ran sat cross-legged, with a golden phoenix standing opposite her.

"Hehe~ Do your absolute best to act spoiled before your lover~" The fox-eared handsome man smiled somewhat ambiguously, and then, with a soft pop amidst spreading white smoke, the man vanished right before her eyes.

As the saying goes, family ties among noble houses are shallow. Let alone the imperial household, even among illustrious clans like theirs, true family affection was practically non-existent. Especially within families of immortal cultivators, where the clan-distributed cultivation techniques, spiritual pills, magical treasures, spiritual beasts, and celestial artifacts all had to be fought for through one's cultivation level and innate talent, making familial warmth completely out of the question.

"If Xian'er is certain she's fine, I'm going in too!" Menmen replied expressionlessly.

"Very well, you don't have to kneel, but I must express my gratitude to you. Tell me, whatever you desire, just ask for it without standing on ceremony. My Zhang family may not be an ultra-wealthy dynasty, but we certainly possess the resources that should be here," said Old Master Zhang.

The next day, during daylight, the temperature dropped further. Autumn was like that—after a brief spell of warming up, the chill would set in completely.

I was currently passing through a cave. Just a few steps inside, I found the air to be quite humid. Needless to say, it was pitch black within, but I could sense a rather unpleasant, fishy stench that made me feel quite uncomfortable.

Originally, they had intended to take An'an along as well, but the old master seemed particularly idle during that period. In any case, as he gradually grew disinclined to manage the company's affairs, he forced Zhou Chen to take over instead, leaving himself at leisure in the estate to feed fish and play chess. Finding it boring after a while, he had the driver send An'an and Erbao over.

"It's fine, His Majesty the King surely has plenty of state affairs to attend to," Diermogada said with considerable modesty. Since he was the one asking for a favor, he had no choice but to lower his stance.

"Uh, regarding this," Jing Qi had just started to say something when Meng Qi suddenly let out a loud roar and charged directly toward us.

Right while I was still fumbling blindly there, Jing Qi had already gotten up from the ground. Holy crap, it scared the living daylights out of me—I watched him run straight toward me, carrying something as massive as a Red Hare.

"Are you implying that I snooped through your files?" I paused for a moment, then tossed the question right back at her.

Fuquan had mentioned this to Huaixiu a few days prior, and Huaixiu had readily approved, specifically dispatching Xue'e out to "patrol" every evening.

"Would you like to know what photograph is kept inside my wallet?" Ye Nanqing's icy voice rang out abruptly in the room.

In this world, some people are always self-righteous, believing that whatever decision they make must be followed, and assuming that because they are willing to give a minuscule fraction of effort, everyone else must be endlessly grateful.

"I wasn't just talking idly." His fingers wedged between hers, lifting her left hand to his lips as he gently grazed her fingers with them.

After the Crown Prince's incident, Fu Youde first lingered in the palace without returning home, and upon leaving, he confined himself behind closed doors. However, having always maintained a low profile, he hadn't drawn too much attention. His resignation and retirement to his hometown followed the same pattern; the memorial was submitted one day and approved the very next.

Barely managing to suppress the terror gripping his heart, Gai Tiancheng poured himself a cup of water and drank it down. His thoughts drifted back to a memorial submitted earlier by an elderly minister.

She froze slightly, feeling as though her entire consciousness was about to be sucked into the depths of his eyes.

Logically speaking, Lilith was a special deity personally welcomed by God from the Heavenly Pool; by all accounts, she was a high-ranking deity, wasn't she? Pei Dang casually probed further, and the individual who had not yet evolved into a cunning dark overlord answered with utter innocence, spilling every single detail of her own origins without holding anything back.