162 Preparing for the New Year!

Su Yunjin was completely unaware of Lu Yiqing’s plan to humiliate her. She simply didn’t have the leisure or the inclination to investigate Lu Yiqing’s affairs. During this time, she had thoroughly shielded herself from all external gossip, dedicating herself wholly to healing her wounds. Moreover, with Ji Yajing’s help, Su Yunjin no longer needed to worry about her upcoming engagements as she had before.

Yet, these past days were far from idle for Su Yunjin. As December drew swiftly to a close, the tension was palpable.

Hearing that Professor Sima was to come down personally and hand over the Shanmxiang Chang’s tomb-robbing talisman left me nearly shouting. Was this some sort of joke? If he descended as well, wouldn’t he become a hostage too? How could he have made such a decision? Besides, at such a height, how could he possibly come down?

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen,” he said, tapping on that deformed plant. It withered visibly before our eyes, collapsed, turned to ash, leaving no trace of ever existing—let the staff think that the grapes, figs, fruit basket, and chairs were simply devoured by some hearty appetite.

The vocational technical college here, located in the middle of nowhere, was clearly nothing but a hollow shell.

Actually, this wasn’t entirely unusual, given the sparse population. Longwang Village had only a few dozen households, barely over a hundred residents, and they had lived here for centuries, generation after generation. There were even cases of siblings marrying and having children.

When the Celestial Lord Yaoluo arrived, he barely had time to slash through the Netherworld Demon Lord’s forbidden space with a single sword before cradling the man who had collapsed underground.

The prisoners of war had not yet recovered from the shock of these words when the officer’s subordinates began the slaughter.

One cannot just scold openly, nor truly admit fault, yet His Majesty found himself momentarily speechless.

Bai Lanshan did not answer immediately, but at that moment, I suddenly felt a cold gaze piercing straight at me.

The rehearsal crew had not yet arrived. The venue was utterly silent. Lily’s voice carried faintly back and forth across the space, but by the time it reached its destination, it was barely audible.

“Then go find your true self!” Du Jun laughed heartily, then vanished in a step. The azure demon behind him immediately followed.

Facing Xu Fan’s sharp gaze, Luo Lin said no more, merely waving his hand coldly before snarling a single word.

“You found the marks left by the people ahead, didn’t you!” Sun Shining’s eyes lit up, blurting out the question.

For the Dark Prophet, violently tearing apart others’ happiness was simply a matter of “do as you please.”

Using reputation as a guarantee is the highest assurance for the true heroic spirits. Since she said so, it must hold some significant meaning.

In any case, this was definitely not Dongfang Yuping envying the happy home life of the blue and black chubby fellows. Dongfang Yuping cared about their health.

With a rumble and a roar, the earth’s surface convulsed violently, stirring countless insect swarms into chaotic cries.

Dongfang Yuping reached out to touch the Shadow Mirror. He distinctly felt it trembling all over, as if it were not a bronze mirror, but a living human being.

Sun Shining heard the “old lady” mentioned was likely the Empress Dowager. Min Ying had been in the palace a few days and had heard palace rumors—three parts truth and seven parts fabrication, enough to stir anyone’s imagination.

Yin Ping belonged to the type who disliked talking while eating; he waited until the meal was finished before answering questions posed earlier.

Yet now, the Virtuous Consort knew in her heart that no matter what she said, Lin Ranxuan would no longer believe her.

Feiyu watched Luo Xi resting with her eyes closed, her serene face peaceful only at moments like this—quiet, obedient, without those cold eyes fixed on him, without uttering words that defended others.