Chapter 37: I Do Not Know How Much I Love You

Soon, the doctor returned.

"Our boss said it's no problem! He guarantees the boy won't die within the next half hour!"

Despite these words, Ji Shichu’s condition was truly dire; his heart could stop at any moment, and the entire medical team had staked everything on this gamble.

"Uncle Ba, have you contacted Ji Nuan?" Sakuraba Hikaru asked.

Jiang Jingya had never mentioned any of this to me. Even with the drastic changes in her personality over the past few days, she hadn't uttered a single word about it. I had seen her transformation, yet I had never stopped to deeply consider that the ultimate cause of this change was, in fact, me.

Moreover, in times of war, a lack of grain could determine the fate of a warlord, or even an entire empire.

Chatting idly, we returned to the building where I rented my room. I bought a cup of hot soy milk and a few vegetable buns at the entrance, then scrambled upstairs in a flurry.

I tugged at the quilt covering her, but couldn't pull it away. I tried to fish her head out, but couldn't; the more I reached, the further she curled inside.

On the way, I asked a few more times, but the old Taoist priest never gave a straight answer, remaining deliberately vague. As for his claim that he was going to soak his feet in Baiyan Pond, I didn't believe such nonsense for a second; even if he were given ten times the courage, I doubt he would dare to do such a thing.

When Kangxi paid his respects to Confucius, it was a signal to the world that he intended to begin relying heavily on Han officials.

Although Yuan Shu had not provided Sun Jian with sufficient provisions, Liu Bian was well aware of the actual state of the warlords' grain supplies.

"Alright, stop the act. If Jian Ning were truly here, it wouldn't just be you. The Jian family, and perhaps even the Yu family, would be waiting for me here by now," I said to Jian Ning.

However, based on what I had just said and his subsequent behavior, I was still able to keep him under control for the time being.

"They are also friends of Jian Ning," I added, turning toward them; I’m not sure why I felt the need to say it, perhaps just to put my own mind at ease.

Seeing Kou Zhong and the others depart, Li Ling ate a casual meal and continued browsing the goods to see if there was a weapon suitable for him.

Naturally, there was no point in even thinking about drinking or playing billiards, though Kagura’s pickled kelp managed to fill the gap—at least that snack wasn't expensive.

The moment he saw Luo Xin, he opened his arms and embraced her right in front of Luo Yiyu and Tang Ruoyao.

The King of Qin did indeed think this way. His orders were: conquer the Han state, let the main army rest and await reinforcements, and then plan an attack on the Zhao state.

Ling Yun finished speaking with an indifferent smile and shrugged, trying hard to appear relaxed, though he still couldn't shake that underlying sense of heaviness.

If one could not understand how Nangong Changfeng had evaded the purple flames, then no matter what other powerful Taoist techniques were used, they would be unable to harm him. Furthermore, such a war of attrition seemed entirely meaningless.

"Hmph, what right do you have to lecture me! You are no different from me; don't you both covet the Vermilion Bird Pearl? You've come at the perfect time. Are you going to hand over your Vermilion Bird Pearl obediently, or must I stretch my limbs and take it by force?" Hong Xia'er, confident that her cultivation had greatly improved, was extraordinarily arrogant.

In the eight years at Beihe, Brother Lu’s strength had increased significantly, though it was unclear how much of a gap remained compared to the Divine Transformation stage. Gao Yuanxiao pondered this to himself.

Seeing Zhong Xingyun so agitated, Yang Chenyuan patted him on the shoulder while secretly channeling a gentle, calming flow of Taoist energy into his meridians to help soothe his restless heart.

The gauze curtains hung in elegant arcs. No one saw that behind the canopy, he was watching the man in snowy white robes with intense focus. His eyes were dark and deep, as if concealing endless longing—fierce and moving—enough, perhaps, to melt even a heart of stone.