Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Yangyang, I Regret It

He changed the subject, leaning in with a sly grin, "I’m more curious as to why you’re drinking alone and wallowing in misery! Hasn’t your 'white moonlight' returned to the country? If all goes as planned, you two should be engaged soon, and marriage will follow."

"By the way, Yanli, how many children do you two plan on having?"

Xie Yanli shot him a sharp glare and tossed a... right at him.

Huo Taihuan, on the other hand, kept his distance. Aside from the token gesture of serving medicinal soup to the Lady Xia, he spent the rest of his time sleeping in his room, as if her life or death were of no consequence to him at all.

Although he was smiling, he swept the cups and magazines off the table in one motion. The movement triggered a wave of pain throughout his body, causing his face to turn even paler and beads of sweat to break out on his forehead. He collapsed back onto the sofa, closing his eyes and refusing to look at Guo Zilin again.

"Situ Xu, what is the meaning of this? You disappear for two or three months right after I confess my feelings to you? Are you doing this on purpose just to make my life miserable?" Jing Qing’s voice, usually gentle, turned sharp.

After speaking, she dropped the carriage curtain, walked past Green Wood Cliff, ordered the carriage to turn around, and rode off on horseback.

Seeing that the shop was not far away, Mother Zhou nodded and went. But when she had finished paying and turned back around, Chu Liangrao was nowhere to be found, and neither was Mu Mengchen.

Gu Starmoon looked at him for a long while, unable to discern any quality in him that resembled a sect leader, though she knew one should not judge a book by its cover.

She led Murong Heng to the bedside, pulled the basin of water from under the bed, and set it on the table.

Realizing her face was too conspicuous, Chu Liangrao bought a mask and put it on, all the while trying to identify landmarks to guide her way. Sensing that she was wandering further and further away, she turned around, only to find another masked figure standing opposite her, reaching out as if to pat her shoulder.

"To think that back when Yinzhen was just a prince, no one expected him to be capable of becoming the Emperor," remarked a man in simple cloth robes. As he spoke, he kept popping food into his mouth, causing Nalan to frown in disapproval.

"Your Highness possesses a soul as clear as a mirror. If you don't find me bothersome, I would certainly love to visit you every day." At the mention of zither music, Qingli’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Tang Ning closed her eyes nervously. Contrary to his usual roughness, Fu Jinnan’s kiss was exceptionally gentle, as if he were carefully and delicately tracing the outline of her lips.

With a tacit understanding, the two soared into the clouds, drawing the envious and reverent gazes of the crowd, as they flew toward the place where the two beasts were locked in a deadly struggle.

At noon, Liu Yuan stepped out of the training room, changed into his combat gear, shouldered his backpack, and reviewed the results of his three days of cultivation.

The host noticed that Yu Haoyang was not one for many words, so he didn’t force him to talk, skillfully shifting the conversation to the other actors instead.

Watching Nie Zuping return only to leave again with a look of profound regret, Tang Ning felt a surge of confusion. What was wrong with the director? He had been happy just a moment ago, and now he looked as miserable as if someone had desecrated his family graves.

No sooner had Kui Qiaoer finished speaking than the folding fan tucked into Lu Changqing’s robes seemed to express its emotions, trembling slightly as a wave of warmth and happiness enveloped him.

His body went limp, and he slumped to the ground. Seeing him collapse, the others felt a chill run through them, finally understanding why the man from before had left without a word.

Thinking this, Hu Wei steeled his heart and severed the connection between his consciousness and his sea of awareness.

A sharp glint flashed in Fan Yu’s eyes. He tapped his storage pouch, and the Spring-Autumn Wood appeared in his palm.

The consequence of igniting the Dragon Seal was that Hu Wei’s spiritual power surged instantly to the Profound God level. It surpassed the early stage of the Profound God realm and continued to climb; given enough time, it might even reach the late stage of the Profound God realm.