33 Position Evaluation (Part I)

"What is the meaning of this? I order you to go! A healer must never abandon a patient!" The Emperor would certainly not show weakness at a time like this.

Su Jinling was startled and hurriedly looked around, but saw only empty curtains hanging and the lingering scent of solitude; even Xiqing had run off in tears after bringing her here.

The beautiful concubine on the other side was displeased. She dragged her out of his arms, leaned in herself, and boldly traced circles on his chest with her crimson-painted fingernails.

Xiong Lin naturally reached out to pull Bai Jie along, and before long, she brought him before a mirror that looked almost entirely rusted.

She did not want to have too much contact with this black-hearted man; she might be sold off one day without even knowing it.

If it were you, would you dare to see it through? Do not belittle others, for belittling others only proves that you have already lost—lost your heart.

"I understand." Seeing the state of his mother and sister, Zhang Jian sighed inwardly and said no more.

Count Changchang’s sallow face flushed deep red. He would never dare speak such treasonous and disrespectful words under normal circumstances, but the situation now left him no choice. If they could not force the Emperor to back down with this desperate gamble, the consequences they would face were all too clear.

By the time Zhang Yu and his party had finished storing all the supplies, it was already late. They hurried back to the village. The place where Zhang Yu lived was becoming increasingly insecure, and it was even more dangerous after dark. To avoid unnecessary trouble, they had to reach home before nightfall.

The divisions led by Zhang Xutuo, Yang Yuanqing, and Cui Shishu were launching a fierce assault on Changlu and Jingcheng. If these two places could be captured at the optimal moment, Gao Shida would be finished.

Dangdang had no real feelings for Hu Kai, having only met him once, so she simply stated that the engagement should be called off.

Returning home, she immediately looked for her father, but he was not there, so she could only ask her mother where he had gone.

At the foot of the mountain of corpses, Lumian sat with his eyes closed, his back against the piles of remains, focusing intently on the dull, monotonous voice emanating from his brass earplugs.

With a face like Zheng Duoqing’s, Tang Chuxia was certain that if a girl truly fell for him, she would find it hard to look at anyone else ever again.

The "Duke of Taiping" mentioned here does not refer to Shi Wansui, but rather to his father, Shi Jing, the General Manager of Jingzhou in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. As the eldest son, Shi Wansui inherited this title during the old Zhou era, and upon the founding of the Great Sui, he retained it as a founding hero.

Leaving the fields where her father was working, Zhu Qingmei walked back along the path she had come, thinking all the while about Chen Yutang, who lived next door.

Chen Yutang’s gaze fell upon the shoes Wenren Xiao was wearing, which were caked with thick, wet mud; just looking at them made one feel the heaviness of her steps.

Tang Chuxia had made her position clear, and the man found it difficult to remain there any longer. He wanted to be on good terms with the Tang family, not make an enemy of them.

Clatter! Song Zhiyi’s spoon fell back into her bowl. She stared fixedly at his profile, ensuring she hadn't misheard.

The intention of the Jin army was clear: to exhaust the Song forces while simultaneously crushing their spirit.

However, Hugo would not stop there. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he struck again, shifting his focus onto the extremist fan organizations.

Baimei did not speak immediately but settled into silence, his expression shifting slightly as if sensing something.

Hearing the curses from across the way, not only the Saint-Val family but the entire Zelugantia faction felt deeply ashamed.

This was a phrase frequently on the lips of the elderly who followed Buddhism. No matter what happened, they attributed it to the causes sown in a past life and the fruits reaped in this one.

Perhaps due to the encroaching darkness, Dong Yun and Jiang Jie felt a sense of dread; they moved slightly closer to Chen Bo, their breathing quickening.

Ouyang Feihuang was halfway through speaking when she suddenly noticed Du Yujiao in the room. She stuck out her tongue and immediately stuffed the two black medicine balls into her bodice, fearing that Du Yujiao might see them.

Is this what you call an unimportant matter? If Manager Song, who is already overwhelmed with work, finds out, he will probably be so angry he faints on the spot.

Liu Dafu placed their birth dates together to have a fortune teller calculate their compatibility. Fang Zhou became nervous; if their horoscopes clashed, everything would be for nothing. His and Liu Yufu’s future now rested entirely on the words of this fortune teller.

The Feixue Sect's sword technique was a bold improvement by Jin Yuyan upon the Feitian Sect's style. Fused with the Youlong Divine Art, the Feixue sword technique possessed infinite power, and for a time, the two were evenly matched.

The only thing Leng Beicheng and the others waiting by the mountain gate heard was the sound of drums—the very man who had flicked his fingers through the air to create those booming, noise-masking drumbeats.

When the killers disguised as "passersby" rushed over with their weapons, Gao Dashang had already led another third of his nearly one hundred warriors to intercept them. Suddenly, swords flashed, blades clashed, and battle cries filled the air.

Yet, even with its deep foundation, the Shi family still paled in comparison to this auction house.

Regardless, Yan Qing had acted for the sake of the Heavenly Emperor Academy; there was no way to blame him. Furthermore, his status within the Academy was incredibly transcendent, and no one dared to find fault with him.

His line of reasoning was not far from the truth. After all, it was correct to say that Wang Yujin’s umbrella was an ancient treasure, and it had indeed been brought out from the deep-sea ruins. It had merely been transformed into its current state due to an accident. But then again, such things were simply impossible to seek out by design.

He had been heartbroken over the death of Tian Hong these past few days, ignoring everyone and paying little attention to Ding Xianzhi.

Within the star-pouch left behind by this Transformation Realm practitioner, there were many fine things: high-grade spiritual herbs and countless rare treasures.

The First Legion fought with reckless abandon, and while they numbered only a thousand, they successfully held back the tens of thousands of invaders.