Chapter 21: Mount Sanqing, A Battle That Seals the Fate of Gods

In truth, the price the girl offered was merely one thousand yuan. Even so, her conscience weighed heavily, feeling she had overcharged. Never did she expect the other party to name an outrageous price of one million.

"Brother, that’s not what I meant. This pearl isn’t worth a million—just... a thousand!"

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Fang Shisan frowned as he watched the two push the price back and forth, his expression darkening. Pointing at Fang Tianding, he prompted him to speak. She needed to set a clear time, lest Tang Xize think that Lord Bei Orange acted without discernment.

"Go on, and never come back," Fu Tu said, stopping in his tracks and glancing distantly at Lin Zihan. His words referred not only to this underground city, but also to that absurd scheme.

"Ah Ze, General Manager Tang is your elder. How can you speak to your elders in such a tone?" Old Master Tang, though he favored his prematurely departed second son, knew his eldest son’s temperament and character all too well.

"Since Sister Bing said she’d come today, I’m taking Kexin out for a stroll. Would you like to join us?" Wei Mengying paid no mind to Lin Zihan, busying herself with folding the quilt.

To think the father of a concubine was made a first-rank official, while his legitimate uncle remained at the third rank.

The ignorant are unafraid. Hearing Zhang Dalu’s words, he felt not the slightest concern, but found them increasingly amusing.

Jiang Ziya cast a glance at Nezha, feeling troubled. The question had stumped him. Usually, he was confident of victory—after all, as the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy and you’ll never lose a hundred battles. But this time, he didn’t even know who the enemy was. How to fight? How to win?

Meanwhile, in the Golden Throne Hall, the ministers arrived at a leisurely pace, showing no urgency but rather a calm, unhurried composure.

Mu Tang took out the items, and Lu Yan, attentive as ever, reached out to accept the paper box she absentmindedly handed him.

Time is invisible and intangible. When you aren’t paying attention, it quietly slips past you. Perhaps you’ve waited, but what can you do then? You still have to deliberate. Thus, we must cherish and value our time.

Yet he didn’t hide as he once did, instead peeking out with an apologetic and fearful look at Su Wan-niang.

Gently pushing open the glass door, Tang Ye picked up the MP7 submachine gun and entered the living room. Dawn had not yet broken, and it was unclear what the occupants were doing so early. This uncertainty added a layer of difficulty for Tang Ye.

But he overlooked how desire can devour everything, and how the herbs might bring endless trouble.

While explaining to them, the guard led Mo Yu and An Ya to an elder responsible for the dueling arena.

With so many people and Su Wan-niang’s few belongings, the move was finished in no time. Even the kitchen was tidied up for her; aside from their own bedroom, everything else was meticulously prepared.

"Tang Ye, how did you know he was there?" Li Ai blinked her large eyes. She hadn’t left Tang Ye’s side for a moment, yet couldn’t fathom how he had discovered the other party.

She cared deeply about this matter, so much so that it kept her awake at night. Though everything seemed fine, she could still sense Zhang Hao’s family did not like her, especially his sister.

Lin Yilong least wanted to hear such words now, hurriedly covering Zhang Hao’s mouth. He wanted none of such nonsense at this moment.

"What about the Great Sage? The Orc Temple can’t afford to provoke them, yet they dare mess with me? Look at how arrogant they are coming in. If I treated them any better, tell me, wouldn’t their status in this temple surpass yours?" Luo Heng said irritably.