Volume One, Chapter 28: How Did I End Up Widowed?

"Hey, don't panic, it's me... it's me..."

"Zhao Ruqin, why are you so clumsy? You're even slower at crawling through a dog hole than anyone else."

Hearing that familiar tone, Yun Yi speechlessly massaged her forehead. Why was that scoundrel Ye Yichen lurking around again?

The medicinal pill that Elder Yao had fed her had already mended her external injuries, and now, as long as she had enough Qi Condensation Pills, recovering her spiritual energy would only be a matter of time.

Miaoyin continued to play her zither, unbothered by the people scrambling to catch the psychic birds, as if the entire scene had nothing to do with her. Aunt Zhang stood on the landing between the first and second floors, holding a feather fan and watching the chaos in the hall with a composed demeanor.

As Cao Peng surged forward, the opening that had been there before suddenly reappeared. His speed had at least doubled, which saved him a considerable amount of time.

Tianji finished his report; things in Tian'an were mostly settled, and a couple more days of follow-up would wrap everything up.

"Brother Mapu, since the Qin siblings aren't here, I think it would be better to wait until everyone is present before we discuss further, what do you think?" Yi Xuan reconsidered and suggested waiting for the Qin siblings.

The middle-aged man spoke in a resonant voice: "The Great Chu is glorious, and the Diyou Sect stands supreme! For a thousand years, Diyou has fought countless battles, repelling the evil cultivators of the shifting sands from the wilderness, keeping the subjects of Chu safe from harm, and spreading the might of Diyou to the four corners of the world."

Lu Chen, however, turned a blind eye to this smile, showing no reaction at all, appearing completely indifferent.

Yao Shisan’s expression grew heavy. Zuo Jun’s heart skipped a beat, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over him as he turned to glance at Liu Hongji in the main hall.

No sooner had Cao Peng taken three steps than he felt as if he had entered another realm. The cold was bone-piercing, and this frigid atmosphere acted as a powerful resistance, making every step forward an immense struggle for him.

Most importantly, such large-scale worlds often required seven people to enter simultaneously, which would mean not just one, but seven people suffering through a shared catastrophe.

Sun Ye leaned back on the sofa. He was a doctor, not a detective, and had no response to Ace’s words.

Upon waking that morning, Huo Yubai spent her time studying the drawings of the jade ornaments she had designed, contemplating how to proceed with them.

Four hundred years ago, the Moxiao clan was decimated by an alliance of hundreds of void-dwelling tribes. The Moxiao territory was engulfed in soaring flames and thick smoke. In the chaos, the Green Flute was lost, and no one knew which tribe might have claimed it; its whereabouts had remained a mystery for four centuries.

"Nannan, all these years... and the child in your womb..." Ruo Hanyue finally couldn't hold it in any longer, so once they were on the plane, she couldn't help but ask.

As they neared Yang Hao, those dim totems began to glow with a flickering, revived light, though they remained firmly suppressed by the black stripes.

At this moment, Ava stood frozen, staring directly at Sun Ye. Even she understood that everything Sun Ye was doing was for the sake of those who had come with him.

After eating and returning to her room, under Ruo Hanyue’s intense gaze, Ning Mingyue had no choice but to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.

She had to shoulder everything on her own; even though her uncle treated her well, he was, after all, not her father.

The Crown Prince had requested sick leave quite decisively at the morning court session, and the Emperor, concerned, had even sent an imperial physician to check on him personally.

"The person I love won't marry me. What do you think I should do?" She looked at Fang Zihao with a grievance, her gaze flickering almost imperceptibly toward Guan Jian.

It was likely that Fan Xiaoxuan had received a call from her father while taking a shower and, under pressure, had confessed the truth.

Yet, the original members of the Thieves' Guild wore looks of shock on their faces. Instead of paying their respects to Wu Yue, they surrounded Zhan Xiong and Li Er, desperate to understand the reason behind it all.