Chapter 151: Fine Wine

The caravan set off once more, and ten days later, they arrived at Liyang. Two hundred miles north of Liyang lay three more passes along the route, with Beiting being the pass bordering the Northern Yan. Beiting had already been reclaimed by the Great Zhou army. Beyond Beiting was the territory of the Yan Kingdom.

Although Ye Cheng urged Lin Yaoxue to quicken their pace, it still took them nearly half a month to reach Liyang.

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It was no exaggeration to say that without Old Shen’s approval, no one could have met Second Brother. Of course, as a reincarnator, I was aware that the Uchiha clan, to which Sasuke belonged, would be annihilated two years later; I even knew the full details and the intrigues involved. But that was still two years away—too early to worry about now.

“Speak!” I was completely calm. Since Helian Cheng was gone, what was there left to fear? Could He Xiao reveal anything more shocking than this? If he was willing to speak, I had to know exactly what he had been involved in.

After arriving at my home, with time pressing, I cut straight to the chase and did something I hadn’t done in a long while with the cute girl. Perhaps because I was too direct, she seemed unresponsive, writhing and fidgeting to keep me from touching her below.

“Grr…” Nebula made a strange sound from his throat, then his pupils dilated, his breath and heartbeat abruptly stopped—he died swiftly and cleanly.

Second Brother didn’t expect Old Wu to suddenly ask such a question; he instinctively nodded, but before he could speak, Old Wu grabbed his shoulder firmly.

Being in a lofty position seemed glorious but was fraught with danger—the old boss personally slain by the Nine Dragons East was a stark example.

Ling Xiao had heard everything clearly. From the moment Huang Shuya first spoke, he was attentive, but he couldn’t believe that Huang Shuya had brought him to this place because of that secret.

The octopus snapped in anger, cursing, “What the hell are you playing at? Who plays like this? You want me to get beaten up or what?” The short man’s face immediately fell, looking frightened and cowardly.

Using the Momo Fruit to hurl cannonballs had become Raine’s signature attack, the most effective method against large-scale enemy forces.

Deep Blue was a legendary, highly secretive supercar club from five years ago. Ostensibly a haven for aristocrats to exchange supercars, it was in truth a massive underground trading hub for the nobility.

Meanwhile, the Underworld Master received news of Yang Fusheng’s advance on Sizhu Garden. After suffering several setbacks, the Underworld Master knew Yang Fusheng was a formidable opponent. This time, his campaign against Sizhu Garden was meticulously planned.

No matter how Shu Han listened, she felt that her grandfather’s words were not directed at Grandpa Shu Wan’an but rather aimed at Ye Minghan. Lost in thought, she involuntarily slowed her pace.

Lu Chuan clearly resented my way of addressing him, his face darkening with displeasure. He said coldly, “What do you want from me? Don’t think I’ll thank you.” I smiled and replied, “No need for thanks. You came because I have something to ask you.”

Besides that, another force soon joined the fray—the navy.

Liao Yuhe was already both humiliated and angry after being scolded publicly by Shu Ye. Now, after Shu Wan’an’s further reproach, she clung to Shu He, crying as they hurried back.

These two forces did not seem contradictory; extraordinary and mundane powers could indeed be combined.

Zhou Ran raised an eyebrow, leisurely admiring the ever-changing expressions on her face, then took out the script and flipped through it.

Yun Tiange didn’t understand why Jiang Tianyan would say such things; hearing those words was bitter and unsettling to her ears.

This vicious dragon was no easy foe. Ye Feng could feel the terrifying pressure it exuded. If that blazing fire erupted, he would surely be burned to ashes with not a trace left. What was he to do?