Volume One, Chapter 26: The Case

Su Yunyan spoke up in a flurry of anxiety.
"Husband, my face—what should I do?"
Shen Nanxing steadied her.
"Let us return to the Star Pavilion first. Do not worry; it is merely reddened, and the physician will be able to treat it."
He turned his head, intending to snap a few harsh words at Jiang Jinshu, but upon meeting her mocking, enigmatic gaze, he ultimately said nothing at all.
Not until Shen Nanxing and Su Yunyan had supported each other away did Baoling lead Shuanghua inside.
Shuanghua entered and bowed.
I knew he was searching for the cableway that had always served as our landmark. Yet, now, there was nothing but thick fog and dense forest all around; never mind the distant cableway, even the mountain ridges we were prepared to traverse had become blurred and indistinct before our eyes.
Zhong Luobei had not been idle during these past days. As the one in charge of intelligence, he had gained some grasp of the situation, yet it was only a superficial understanding. He remained entirely ignorant of the true identity of this group of Japanese invaders or what exactly they intended to do.
Immediately, after creeping close enough, Ken Kaneki tilted his body slightly, peering from behind that crumbling wall at the Ukaku ghoul in the open space not far away, whose wings were folded behind its back while glowing with searing, fiery energy.
The emergence of this stage had left all the old masters feeling incredibly troubled. During their discussions, they all mocked one person: Master Wu Yuan. While his combat prowess was so formidable that he could face five peers of equal standing alone, his fatal weakness was a complete lack of sense of direction. This time, he was truly in for a difficult ordeal.
It turned out that behind this wall lay the source of the fruity fragrance: a tree five or six meters tall that did not look particularly high, yet was so massive that ten people could not encompass it with their arms.
The onlookers had dared to whisper and gossip during the crab incident, but now, with Third Master Qi presiding personally, even though they felt puzzled by the strange behavior of that blockhead, they dared not speak and could only watch with their eyes.
"That is because, until now, no one knew that man was a Micro-level mage," Jacques-Mann sneered. This fellow was truly persistent.
The soldiers scrambled to hoist the triple-bow bed crossbow to the parapet and, without waiting for orders, set it up. But after the three heavy bows were pulled back by the mechanical winch, the bolt-launching groove remained empty. They searched everywhere, but not a single bolt could be found.
Amy also grasped his objective from Leon's series of movements; she dared not speak, fearing she might disturb him while he was fully absorbed in his analysis and observation. Little did she know, the more she stood by, deep in thought, the more familiar everything she had just experienced seemed to her.
Liu Feiyang’s eyes lit up instantly. The cement plant had always been of the utmost importance, as it was a pillar industry with a massive influence on Hailian. If Yangran Security could secure the security contract, it would serve as an excellent advertisement and alleviate their current predicament.
Xu Feng looked toward the Third-Rank Spirit Emperor in charge of Daming City, and as he spoke, his body vanished from the spot, heading into the distance.
Without seeing the corpse of Shi Muyun, the underground Ghost Asura "Demon" and his accomplices dared not show themselves rashly under any circumstances. After all, if it came to a face-to-face confrontation, let alone them, even if Miluo Xiu himself were to come, he would only be killed in an instant.
When the hundred-thousand-zhang-long hull finally emerged completely from beneath the Yellow Springs Sea, it was clearly visible that at the very bottom of the ship were four massive dragon claws.
As the Dragon Emperor stepped onto the passage of firelight, he instantly noticed Tang Yi at the other end.
The shock on the gray-clad man’s face gradually faded after a long moment, and then a look of extreme greed flashed through his eyes.
Most of the students in Economics Class Two stood up, clenching their fists, staring intensely at the track.
She had long brown hair; because her hairpiece had been torn off, her once neatly groomed, thick tresses cascaded down, covering almost her entire back. Her gaze remained aggressive, as if it were an inherent part of her temperament.