153. He Was Beginning to Miss Su Yunjin! (Please Subscribe to the Complete Book)

Inside the villa.

Su Yunjin had no idea that at this very moment, she had already become a figure many investors were desperately trying to ingratiate themselves with.

After finishing her treatment, she lay wearily on the bed.

*Buzz buzz~*

The phone rang twice.

Su Yunjin glanced at the screen—it was a message from Fu Lin.

“Have you returned?”

“Just got back, just lay down.”

She replied, then quickly asked, “How are you—”

The next day, Lin Huan, like all the young gentlemen participating in the talent selection, dressed meticulously and accompanied the selection official into the palace. Upon entering, they underwent a month of rigorous training. Lin Huan excelled during this period, emerging as one of the outstanding candidates among the young men.

He was, without a doubt, the dream of many men in H City; naturally, this included our very own Zhang Sanfeng.

Damn it, since when did I become friends with Li Zijun? I haven’t exchanged more than five words with her—that’s absurd.

“The Zhuang family is confronting us! Brothers and sisters, give them no way out! The Great Road MGM, divvying up Las Vegas!” The sharp-featured youth shouted, flushed with excitement.

Hearing this, everyone knew Yin Hu was inviting them for drinks and quickly got up to surround him. The two from the Tang family saw this and tried to intervene but to no avail; they could only watch as everyone went along.

In the following days, Nan Kongqian came to see Lin Shuihan only once. He told Lin Shuihan that he had been assigned to study under Elder Ai Cao of the Green Sect, with classes held mainly in the White Tea Hall. After that, there was no further news. Lin Shuihan understood he must have been busy attending classes, with no time to come to the Liuxian Hall.

“All right, you head back yourself. The rest of us brothers have some matters to attend to, so we won’t see you off,” said Wudu, who also appeared busy.

“Yunan, are you settling in well here?” Chu Ning and Jiang Yunan strolled along the Han River, chatting as they walked.

“Is there any problem? Not only did you strike at these giants, but you attacked all five at once—a cardinal sin in military strategy!” Li Kai exclaimed.

Li Jinglong furrowed his brow slightly, as if pondering. Yuan Kun’s ability to foresee the future was like that of a specter; though he was not here now, his insight seemed nearly omnipresent, permeating every corner.

“Yes, General. Should we send more men to eliminate them?” a fierce-looking man respectfully asked the general.

Suddenly, the carriage came to an abrupt halt. Inside, Dongfang Mingzhu, caught off guard, lost her balance and was thrown forward.

A level-three membership card granted access to designated consumption areas. Following a server, Jiang Ming appraised the exquisitely decorated club. Passing by a private room, he caught a glimpse of the server delivering drinks inside. He casually glanced in, then withdrew his gaze and strode past.

Miao Ruolan gazed at the multicolored luminous walls within the time tunnel. “It’s beautiful, but I wonder if you and I can grasp the right moment to return to our own era,” she said with some concern.

She now felt a vast energy rising from her dantian, impossible to suppress. The aura grew stronger, and just as she was growing frantic, two opposing energies—one cold, one warm—emerged from her dantian, chasing after the overwhelming force and gradually restraining it within.

Light poured in, and all four at Wangu Cliff saw a young boy seated on a stone platform, his entire body radiating golden light like a golden body. Only a single point of azure shimmered on his brow, as if nurturing a spiritual space. Above him, thunderclouds rumbled, and an electric talisman drifted within the storm, instantly merging with the clouds and transforming into four flying swords that pierced toward the youth.

Originally, Li Bing and the others wanted to help, but none—including Li Bing—were strong enough to lift the two- or three-hundred-pound backpack.

However, no matter how potent a medicine is, there must always be an antidote. “Spring Dream Without a Trace” is no exception, though it is somewhat special.