Chapter Fifty-Five: Confrontation

“This... it’s nothing serious, no need to call the doctor. In my humble opinion, it’s just that Aunt Cui has been still for a long time and is a bit tired,” the maid beside Cui Liu, prompted by Lady Wang, reluctantly stepped forward to intervene.
“I advised Aunt Cui earlier to rest well in the courtyard, but she wouldn’t listen...”
The implication was clear—Cui Liu herself was eager to stir up trouble.
“You despicable servant, always wanting me to take tonic directly in bed, never allowing me out...”

Zi Han met their shocked gazes with a satisfied smile. “I’ve gathered you all here today to ask a favor!” She bowed gracefully.
For some unknown reason, Zi Han was dressed extraordinarily beautifully today, though even she couldn’t explain why.
If the Qilin were released now, it would probably attack her again. What mysterious laws governed the sacred bond between humans and beasts?

Shen Qianzhong waved his hand dismissively and walked over to sit beside Huan Qianhun. He took out a pill, swallowed it, closed his eyes, and began to meditate, ignoring everything around him. At this moment, Huan Qianhun returned to his usual composure, sitting silently without closing his eyes this time.

Seeing the utterly outdated machine before him, Liu Ye was dumbfounded, frozen in place, unable to recover for a long while. Seeing a train might be one thing, but what stood before him was a steam-powered antique locomotive—such relics hadn’t been seen since before the war.

However, thinking of the disparity in strength and that the opponent was a legendary saint-level powerhouse, Louis immediately lost heart, though deep down he secretly envied Grand.

After the battle with Feng Qingchi, Ouyang Luo suffered severe injuries. As Feng Qingye’s most capable aide, many came to check on him, so after Qing Han carefully bandaged his wounds, she left without delay.

“What a powerful aura! Not only has the Nine Heavens Demon God arrived, but even the Ancient Demon God has been summoned!” Jin Yi was astonished.

The four of them booked two medium-sized rooms—Gongsun Fan with Tian Ling, and Hai Haoyue with Han Wuxi. However, all four first gathered in Han Wuxi’s room to discuss the upcoming plans.

To give a simple example, a guild is like an ancient faction vying for control of the land, while players who do business or reside in a city are the "citizens" under that faction’s rule. The “taxes” they pay form the main source of the guild’s funds.

“Look there,” Ye Xuantian pointed to an inconspicuous spot at the bottom of the well and said to Mo Mo from the border team.

Han Ge thought that voice was the most beautiful sound of the day, even more enchanting than the low moans that Zhao Qingcheng unconsciously uttered.

The tall, slender red-clad ninja Ryuuichi was clearly of higher rank than the earlier red-clad ninja Saito. After Hamada Ryoko left, the dozen or so red-clad ninjas present all obeyed his orders.

Since the two families were not far apart, the two of them walked over on foot. The road was quiet, with few people around. Ye Xingtian felt that taking a stroll with Bai Zihua like this was quite pleasant, though the wind was a bit chilly.

On Amiel’s side, the team seemed endless, each person speaking reverently of King Chu.

Han Ge exhaled softly. In today’s society, especially the complex entertainment industry, if you want to be a good person, you have to be craftier than the bad guys; otherwise, you might not even be able to protect yourself.

Qu You looked up to see a burly man pounding his chest, loudly promising her.

“There are some snacks bought by Qingcheng in the car. Have some first,” Han Ge handed her the bag filled with treats.

Listening to the gentle whispers and tender words, seeing her pitifully adorable appearance, and smelling the faint fragrance she exuded, Yue Longtian couldn’t help but feel a flush of heat and restlessness.