Volume One, Chapter 42: The Sudden Appearance of Zhuangzi

"It's for my wife, not a waste!"

He then took out another wooden hairpin and handed it to Song Ci: "Here you go, little Ci."

Song Ci was slightly surprised. She had indeed gazed at this hairpin for a long time just now, because... this hairpin looked remarkably similar to the jade one Pei Ji had worn in his hair that day, which was why she lingered on it a moment longer.

"You're here?" Leng Xing, who had been resting and recovering, suddenly opened his eyes, a faint smile playing across his pale face.

Customarily smoking when lost in thought, Lin Mohan lit a cigarette and stepped out of Mo Qianxia's room. He dared not smoke inside, fearing it would wake Mo Qianxia, which would undo all his efforts and render his previous labor completely wasted.

"Uncle Wu, why did you come here? And why did you die here so bizarrely?" Hu Shuntang asked Salt Lord once again.

Therefore, most high-ranking officials and distinguished nobles chose to rest here when visiting Rhodesen City; not only could one enjoy top-tier service here, but it was also a symbol of status.

Lin Mohan was feeling somewhat anxious now. Having failed to find anyone for so long, and with the person having been snatched away right under his very nose—was this a challenge to his intelligence? Were they mocking him as a fool? If the person who took them had good intentions, it would be fine, but if they were malicious... the more Lin Mohan thought about it, the more worried he became.

"Damn it, there's even more?" Zhang Fan's expression turned serious, and he immediately drew the Evil Moon Immortal Sword to fend off the lightning. While weathering the first six bolts of lightning, Zhang Fan had relied purely on his cultivation to endure them head-on, consuming a significant amount of true essence with every bolt he blocked; otherwise, the outcome would undoubtedly have been getting blasted flying by the lightning.

Lin Mohan looked quite happy, a trace of a smile at the corners of his lips. Even though he wore glasses, Mo Qianxia knew he must be smiling.

"You investigated me?" Such a well-kept secret of hers had been dug up by Lin Mohan; was there anything that Lin Mohan had not uncovered? At this thought, Chu Ya felt a shock in her heart.

The Yaksha King put his hands behind his back, drew the scalpel from his back, and held it in his hand. The scalpel gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight. Then, he broke into a smile, raised the scalpel high, and waved it toward the direction where Zhan Tianya and the others were located.

The tense atmosphere at the banquet table seemed to thaw slightly thanks to Lin Nan's remark, though that was only what others thought. Only Lin Nan knew that the ice had broken simply because An Duxia had suddenly smiled.

An Mingshan forced a bitter smile, her eyes filled with an unconcealable sorrow that was simply unbearable for Yang An to watch.

At this critical juncture, Kurapika could not afford to care about much else and could only dodge to the side, hoping to escape the range of the black cloth's attack.

The sound of carriage wheels rolled on. Wei Changtian maintained a smile at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, but the expressions of the other four all underwent changes.

Faced with the domineering options proposed by Bai Xingqie, the immortal cultivators were naturally unwilling to accept them and hurriedly blurted out the lines they had prepared long ago.

In the northern corner of the theater shed, Wang Han wore a black duckbill cap and a blue raincoat, huddled and leaning against the ground in the corner of the shed. He looked up at Huang Feihong, who was watching the opera from the shade opposite the stage, and muttered in a low voice.

Zhang岐 wore a bizarre expression. Had he run into a hopeless blockhead? Zhang岐 offered no resistance, letting Xiang Xi swing him around, as Xiang Xi made a motion to use his spear to smash him into the ground.

"Whatever. You're boarding the ship simply to gather something in the Dark Continent; that's easy enough to guess," Kurapika said indifferently, slowly drawing a blade.

Perhaps, in the past, it was simply because she had focused all her attention on Sima Yu and paid him far too little heed.

After speaking, Yu Qi glared sideways at Shen Feng once again, then pulled Zhao Leilei along as they ran off. Judging by the direction they ran, it was clearly toward the seats near the eighth martial practice platform.

"Heh heh, today we can settle all our grudges at once." Exchanging glances, the two simultaneously unleashed their most formidable power.

The world is ever-changing and fickle; the chasm between strength and weakness was once unimaginably vast, yet in the blink of an eye, positions could be reversed—truly something beyond rational calculation. Chidian had no leisure or mind to care about such principles; he merely drove the red radiance of his entire body to converge upon the red moon between his palms, and the dazzling red light enveloping him vanished in an instant.