Volume One, Chapter 21: He Has a Sharp Tongue, but He’s a Good Man

“Zhuo Yu!” Meng Wei explained hurriedly, “Don’t say nonsense. I was the one who begged them to bring me new goods.”

Zhuo Yu urged anxiously, “That’s not how it is, Captain. You mustn’t be fooled by her!”

“Tell me, who exactly are you dealing with?” At that moment, a voice rang out not far from the battlefield. Huang Donglai turned his head and saw it was the Drunken Immortal brothers.

Could one really go this far for the sake of the grandmother Xiangzi, whom they had never even met? Rin Kamigami asked herself with a heavy heart.

After sleeping soundly until dawn, the next morning she found the entire Mo Mansion bustling with activity.

When it came to the art of playing the scoundrel, no one dared claim first place over Mi Zixuan, who ranked second. For a moment, Pan Min’s delicate face flushed crimson with anger. She wanted to retort but was at a loss for words.

“Not everyone is consumed by the karmic flames into oblivion. Those who have committed fewer sins carry less fire within their bodies, so they may live longer. But anyone with this karmic fire ultimately cannot escape death,” Blackstone explained.

“What do you want from me?” With a giant stride forward, Sang Xiong shoved his elbow into Shao Peng’s chest, roaring fiercely.

The commotion at the school gate immediately caught the attention of the students, who quickly gathered around.

Though his mind still swam from the high fever, the cool, water-soaked cloth pressed to his forehead strangely eased the searing pain that had felt as if his head would split in two.

She blinked at Shanchun to one side. Realizing, Shanchun quickly found a palace attendant and gave a few instructions before following behind.

More than thirty strong warriors at the Saint Realm of the Path had arrived here, occupying nearly eighty percent of Lost Island. Upon reaching Tuo Gui Island, they formed four groups representing Youle Valley, Chaoyang Mountain, the Sacred Flame Sect, and the Wanderers.

Lin Chuan had gone mad, desperately demanding to return. She exhausted every means of resistance, all ending in failure.

Jin Doutai now understood clearly that the patient’s condition was beyond hope. It was just the right opportunity for Ye Feng to treat him. If the man died, the blame for the fatality could be pinned on Ye Feng.

“I’ve studied Lin Chuan. He’s merely a friend of Zhao Yan’s, and their relationship isn’t close. Not long ago, Zhao Yan even personally apprehended him,” Jin Mengxiang said confidently, tinged with satisfaction.

After Doctor Lu finished treating their wounds, he called the commune to report what had happened, then went to the kitchen to stir-fry some vegetables. He also fetched half a kilo of pork from the canteen and cooked a dish of carrot stir-fry with meat, which he brought over to dine with Mu Sanduo.

Of course, all the bags were carried by Dai Xiyan, the laborer. Lin Ziwei even warned him explicitly, “Don’t touch anything inside!”

Meanwhile, Pei Yuan had returned to the palace with Shen Jiahe. This time, to avoid causing a stir, Pei Yuan deliberately concealed their whereabouts, notifying only Pei Hao and Pei Shu.

The taxi set off from the hospital, traveling a long distance, winding and turning. Huatao kept watching the passing scenery through the window but couldn’t remember how many traffic lights they had passed.

Huatao followed the two inside the elevator, crossed the corridor, and finally stopped before the door of a single patient room.

“Do you find it hard to comfort me? Like you don’t even know where to start?” Tao Sihua suddenly laughed, a bitter humor underlying her tone.

“Alright then, the three families should gather all the key figures at Wei Feng’s house for a family council. Lay all your grievances bare, without hiding anything. Face to face, that’s how the problem will be resolved!” Li Jianyang replied with a smile.