Volume 1, Chapter 42: Mistaken Identity, Is It Really Not Li Qingyin?

That strange voice, echoing as if from the very depths of her mind, caused Song Qingyin to freeze in her tracks. She turned around to look.

It was a middle-aged woman in a uniform, with a dark, honest, and rustic face.

The very next second, as realization dawned on her, the expression on Song Qingyin's face nearly shattered.

Emotions flickered rapidly across the depths of her eyes. Clinging tightly to the doorframe, she forced a calm facade and said, "I don't know you."

With that, she quickly slammed the door shut.

Inside a sacred church, Yuan Jingli wore a pure white wedding gown, walking out slowly like an angel. At this moment, she was the most beautiful bride in the entire world.

Lin He did not dodge. With a deafening boom, a flying sword struck squarely against his chest. His body arched backward from the impact as he was driven back. Glancing down at his armor, he saw a wisp of a crack had formed, though it was nothing serious; the formidable source energy instantly repaired the armor.

That message had been sent to me by Zhao Long. It suddenly occurred to me that I had made an appointment with him earlier this afternoon, but there was no way I could make it in time. By now, it was already eleven o'clock at night, and I certainly wasn't going to head back out.

At this moment, in a secluded mountain cultivation ground of the Solitary Phoenix Sect, Liu Hong was recovering from his injuries. Over the past few months, he had used almost every medicinal pill available to him, yet the residual lightning Qi lingering within his body still had not been completely eradicated.

The moment that white crane transformed into a painting and flew into Ye Haoran's hand, Zhang Mengbai in the True Martial Mountain felt an immediate resonance.

With the addition of Xu Yijiang, the office location of Jade Lord had also been relocated to a high-end commercial building situated right in the downtown area of City A, sitting right next door to the headquarters of the Full River Tower. The company's office space had expanded from the original hundred-odd square meters to five hundred square meters.

Two or three days had already passed since Wu Yuan's disappearance, and there was still not a single shred of news. It was evident that Wu Yuan's chances of survival were grim.

"Stop struggling! The gap between our realms is far too vast; you have zero hope of defeating me!" The old man in plain cloth was fully confident of his victory. No matter how high one's talent might be, it was impossible to bridge this chasm in the face of absolute strength.

Thus, she followed the guidance of her subconscious and arrived at this place, and everywhere she passed seemed to be paving a way for her, clearing a long, grand avenue ahead.

Moreover, after these few encounters, she could sense the goodwill emanating from Lan Luo'er. This kind of kindness from a complete stranger was very similar to what Zhu Yusheng had shown him back then—it was deeply heartwarming.

When Vito was halfway down Eleventh Street, he looked back over his shoulder. A slender, graceful figure slipped out from the dark shadows, glanced in his direction, and then walked away down another path. Only then did Vito's heart finally settle.

Li Mi had hoped to cast a brick to attract jade, but Qin Liangyu was clueless. She looked at Zhen Mi, and with a lingering shyness, finally removed her earrings and gently placed them on the table.

Liu Yang had not prepared for this meeting. Because many of her thoughts were not yet fully sorted out, she still wasn't quite sure how to face Yang Fan.

"Peony is believed to be just a smoke screen, while Juanzi is actually the person of Imperial Noble Consort Long!" Xing'er said.

Flattered, Vito nodded haphazardly, completely bewildered as to what was going on. He was left in a total fog, yet he dared not ask. Or rather, he didn't dare to ask; had it been Wharton, he might have dared to probe with a question, but facing Dupont, he didn't dare open his mouth due to the immense disparity in their status.

"I originally intended to take you back one by one to sell as materials, but it seems there won't be an opportunity for that now," Su Hao muttered to himself. With that, his shattered left arm began to twist and mutate, splitting into three long, sharp tentacles that curved and plunged straight into the carotid arteries of the three horned goblins.

Vito glanced at the door of the Chief Steward's office. It was a standard wooden door without any specialized soundproofing treatment. As for the layout inside, Vito noted the room's orientation and recalled the interior layout of Wharton's office, allowing him to form a rough spatial mental image of the office before him.