Chapter 99: The Breaking Point

When Gu Zhuo and her companions arrived at the Huo residence, Huo Yunyi was so deeply engrossed in his book at the doorway that he didn’t notice their arrival.

“Yunyi!” Gu Zhuo called out.

He looked up, and the confusion in his eyes was quickly replaced by delight when he recognized her.

“Sister, are you here to see my brother?” he asked, but his voice betrayed a hint of disappointment. It seemed that Lady Qixiu rarely came to see him, unlike his more capable elder brother.

Gu Zhuo nodded.

Xiao Lan was filled with grievance; biting her red lips, she resolved to have Liu Huayang fetch her Audi.

Yet no one else could discern what Li Lin was thinking. Watching him remain unmoved by Tang Ming’s pursuit of Ouyang Yufei, Zhang Lin even mocked him with disdainful remarks, and disappointment was plain on Ouyang Yufei’s face as well.

In their hearts, they still considered the greater good and proceeded with caution. Even at the risk of offending the commander, they were determined to uncover any potential sources of disaster.

With these thoughts, Lin Xiefan’s mind drifted to Zhi Xia, to Rain and Snow, and to Qiu Xue. If he could gain the allegiance of these three, then the seventh layer of space would open.

Many members of the Night Alliance had perished at Ji Yang’s hands, and now that Ji Yang had arrived in America, this was a rare opportunity.

Chu Lin didn’t need to look to know that those were reports and summaries from various departments of the Ye Corporation. He had no idea when Lin Xiefan got hold of them, or how many he had read, but he was certain none of those reports were the ones from his own desk.

If one day you have a younger sister—not even a blood relative—then you’ll understand how I feel now.

Lunxi was overjoyed and immediately suspended the meeting, hurrying out of the conference room to receive the intelligence report.

Tiger Vanguard shouted loudly, especially as he sensed the world around him slowly fading; his heart grew increasingly anxious and uneasy.

“And one more thing, the leadership wants to purchase your 'Purple Qi from the East' as tribute wine—they’re asking for a lower price,” said Elder Long over the phone.

Ye Tian arrived at the entrance of No.1 High School, only to find the gates already locked. He gave a bitter laugh—it seemed school had been out for quite some time. He made his way to a secluded corner of the wall, leapt up by pressing hard with both feet, and vaulted over. Just as he landed, a sweet cry of surprise rang out.

When my mother saw Li Xiu return, she was extremely anxious. After Li Xiu left, she pulled me over and sat me down on the sofa.

Take this time, for example: Qi Chen volunteered to go to the battlefield. How could it be as trivial as Minrong claimed, coming and going as one pleased? Hence the old saying, “A loving mother often spoils her child.” There’s no falsehood in those words. Though Fei Yanggu dared not say so to Minrong’s face, this was his heartfelt sigh.

The “Welcoming Guest” Inn was some distance from the port; it was not until noon that the group finally arrived near the harbor.

Hearing Qin Yi’s words laden with sarcasm, the handsome young Westerner was stunned, and for a moment, his perpetually arrogant expression was tinged with anger.

Tubo was poor, with few luxuries like silk or linen; most of their clothing was made from hides. To manufacture so many banners was an extravagance for the Tubo army.

“Really, I only grow braver with each setback!” Zheng Yuqing declared. Yet after she finished, the three of them remained unresponsive, leaving her thoroughly disgruntled. How could they simply ignore her?

The only vivid memory from that battle was Yuan Futong’s golden blade, the Dragonfire Shield, and the Bloodflame Slash. Both the Bloodflame Slash and the golden blade were Yuan Futong’s secret techniques; those who had seen them rarely lived to tell the tale.

“That will be all for today.” Seeing the change in Shi Yuru’s expression, Yuan Futong nodded with satisfaction, gently caressed her back, then sat down beside her.

“Made of iron plates?” Chen Wanrong wasn’t concerned about theft; what caught his attention was the iron itself. In his mind, the Tang dynasty couldn’t possibly possess iron plates, so he was surprised they used them to build walls.