Chapter 31: Wei Yang’s Worry

Wei Yang had a small appetite; after eating just a small bowl, she was nearly full. However, she had polished off the entire plate of Longjing shrimp that Shen Cenzhi had served her, clearly still craving more.

Just as she set down her chopsticks, a hand—as beautiful as a work of art—reached toward her, holding a tissue.

Wei Yang paused for a moment. She didn't overthink it, assuming Shen Cenzhi was simply being attentive.

...

It sounded as if Linda must have been in the tomb of some great sage when she made this recording. Yet, no matter how many times I listened, I could not make heads or tails of any further details.

Driven by curiosity, Leon and Sharon lit their torches and proceeded straight down the path that led off into the distance, walking without stopping.

"Deep down, at least, our instinctive reactions are selfish. People are all like that, without exception..." Erhai continued to rotate his wine glass, the faint friction producing a sound that, in the quiet room, was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"It vanished?" Lorrain murmured. If the jade pendant had been shattered during the battle with the magical beast because its protective power had faded, that would be a very strong possibility.

Still, he had not forgotten Tianyin’s words: "If he has no objections, I can agree to marry you."

As for the portion of the demon race that insisted on staying, Alice did not try to dissuade them. Instead, she respected their decision and allowed them to make their own choices.

Zhao Kun felt a jolt of alarm. His family owned a publicly traded company, but they didn't prioritize capital; they relied on tangible industry. He knew exactly how much cash flow their corporate accounts held, and he feared it was unlikely to be higher than this figure.

Yet, if he didn't cover the medical expenses, the morale of his subordinates would truly collapse, and it would become impossible to lead the team in the future.

Lin Jue led the elite cavalry battalion and Ma Qingshan’s ten thousand horsemen in hot pursuit. Watching the direction of their rout, Lin Jue knew they had panicked and lost their way. They were retreating toward the very place they should have avoided. Outside the walls of Puyang, Lin Hu’s ten thousand cavalrymen were likely already waiting for them.

Qin Fang couldn't help but chuckle, imagining someone rolling down a snow-capped mountain in her mind. For so many years, any dangerous activity had been strictly forbidden for her. Whenever she had even a minor headache or fever, her grandfather would insist on having specialists flown in for a consultation. The only time she had ever gone skydiving, it had been performed under the supervision of several of the most elite personnel.

Before Guan Ping could ask what the matter was, a voice rang out from outside the door, the tone filled with anxiety.

This time, Hua Jiu felt her sea of consciousness tighten as she sensed a vast amount of power being drawn from her Dao Seed, along with a massive quantity of Yin and Yang energy from within her body.

"Then I don't want you to worry about me anymore. I've told you to go back several times, why wouldn't you leave?" Xia Shiguang had been working at the company for the past two days, and her speech had taken on a commanding tone.

However, Chen Hao steered the Great Peach Wood Sword and tapped her on the shoulder. Qian Xueru let out a muffled groan; her fangs vanished, and her expression twisted in pain.

With a slight furrow of his brows, Chen Hao moved slowly. After clearing the traffic jam and parking at the hotel entrance, he walked over, accompanied by the black cat and the rooster.

After walking a few steps, Xia Shiguang remembered the purpose of her visit. She had originally intended to ask Gu Chen for one final hug. She knew he would certainly grant it.

Moreover, although they still had provisions, they were not enough to sustain a large army through long years of campaigning; they were only sufficient for standard consumption. If the Xiongnu and the Wuhuan held out any longer...

Spiritual energy and demonic energy coexisted within the sea of qi, neither interfering with the other. Before reaching the Transformation stage, one had to be exceptionally careful when utilizing them.

"If it's this, you have two choices," Chen Hao said after a moment of deliberation.

It was already nearly four in the afternoon. Chen Hao did not notify his old classmate but instead entered the town to inquire about the street where his classmate lived: Xin'er Street.