037. Kindred Spirits

My Balance Resets to Zero Every Day Longing for Your Grace 1273 words 2026-04-10 08:45:36

"Try it, their tea is quite good," Wei Xun said considerately, pouring tea for Lin Mi and taking the initiative to start a conversation. He skillfully used Gu Chenze, whom Lin Mi was already familiar with, as a segue, and then cleverly steered the topic toward Lin Mi’s ‘mystical’ abilities, his words both witty and comfortable, making the atmosphere feel natural.

For a while, Lin Mi relaxed and joined in the conversation, and the two chatted easily and freely.

Not long after, the waiter began to bring out exquisite dishes, one after another.

"Heh, do you think I don’t know what Heaven desires? It’s nothing but the power I possess to subdue dragons and banish demons. Do you really think I’ll let him get his way? Even if I die here today, I will never let that power fall into his hands," Ma Shuyao said coldly, her eyes frosted with contempt.

Of course, there was another crucial prerequisite: that this eccentric Qin would cooperate. If he decided to ‘call it a day’ over the slightest disagreement, frankly, with her current skill, Tang Guo really didn’t have the confidence to handle everything alone.

Even if An Shuya and An Yuqing didn’t work out, with his own qualities, finding a suitable partner wouldn’t be difficult at all.

For a fleeting moment, Song Jun was shaken—he could hardly believe that his most powerful Four Symbols Sword Technique had been effortlessly neutralized. And just as it was broken, his opponent’s attack was already upon him. How could he possibly defend himself?

Ou Xixi only glanced once before she started vomiting. The sight made her feel even worse, and she hurriedly waved at Chen Xuejing to throw it away. Then she rolled down the window, leaned out, and retched for a long while before she finally stopped.

The man in the suit said something to his mother, then ran to the parking spot and retrieved a large bouquet of roses from the car.

No matter how much Li Dahu doubted Ye Bai’s strength, Ye Bai had a gold card. Before figuring out exactly who Ye Bai was, Li Dahu would never act rashly.

This spirit beast was a common one kept by the Frost Tower, called the Ice Crystal Demon Eagle. Legend claimed its ancestors were a branch of the phoenix clan, subdued by the founding ancestor of the Frost Tower, and kept ever since. The Ice Crystal Demon Eagle had become the symbolic spirit beast of the Frost Tower. Wherever there was such an eagle, the Frost Tower would surely be present.

A Primordial Spirit master from Yongxun Palace frowned, feeling frustrated. It had seemed certain that they’d capture Xia Zixuan, but now unexpected complications had arisen, leaving him simmering with anger.

With a thunderous crash, I was hurled backward, my left wrist twisting a full one hundred and eighty degrees. The pain made me grit my teeth, and sweat instantly broke out on my face.

The other officials—commanders, centurions, and banners—were all generous in their contributions, and together they raised one thousand nine hundred taels, even more than expected.

While calling to Black Abyss in the dragon tongue, Li Hong took out the jade pass and formed a seal, his heart uneasy, unsure whether Yun Jiuzi was present or willing to guide him.

Song Yajuan, fuming, pressed the office intercom to connect with Jennifer, and spoke loudly enough for Ye Lingxuan to hear.

Li Fan had barely taken a few steps when a row of wooden fences blocked his way. The road to the southern city appeared completely sealed off, forbidding outsiders to pass.

Qin Meng’s thrust left ten afterimages, but Li Fan had already appeared at her right side, easily evading her attack.

"Tch, that guy is such a monster—how could I ever beat him? Thank goodness you showed up, or I’d be finished here," Ye Han said with a pitiful look, straightening the nearly singed hair on his head.

After the mayor and vice mayor were rescued, they clung to Wang Lang’s hand and thanked him repeatedly. The scene made Wang Chaoyang think that perhaps the mayor and vice mayor were so traumatized that they needed a quiet place to rest.

The Stone Valley at the Edge of the World lies over a hundred kilometers from the Weakwater River. At the pace of a Fire-Steed, the journey takes less than a day. However, the terrain is treacherous, and the road is often plagued by magical beasts, causing Dary and his companions no end of trouble.