Volume One, Chapter 37: Something Big Has Happened

After more than ten minutes, a commotion arose outside.

Lin Baohu strode in, full of bluster, leading more than a dozen of his men into Leopard’s office.

Leopard, clutching his jaw, immediately put on a wounded expression the moment he saw Lin Baohu.

“Master Tiger… Tiger, you have to stand up for me. That little brat was far too arrogant—look at what he did to me…”

He suddenly paused, hearing the heavy, uneven breathing from the phone, as if someone on the other end was choking back sobs with great restraint.

“What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll go straight to Xin Zhan and settle the score? So you’re not afraid to say it now? Fine, I’ll go find him right now!” Ye Zi finished speaking and made to leave immediately.

Jiang Tianjie standing nearby was utterly stunned. That was all it took to become a master’s disciple? In this day and age, taking on a disciple was still a momentous affair.

Shen Linguo’s acting could have won him an Oscar; even Shen Ruochu, observing from the side, thought he genuinely wanted to reconcile with Shen Shi. Though she knew it was all an act, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of irritation.

Those treasures were originally brought to exchange for more valuable things in the Land of Slander, but now, to save face, he would have to hand them all over. When he returned to the Tianyi Clan, the clan leader would surely demand an explanation.

The distinguished man’s words immediately drew the attention of the martial artists nearby. One by one, they turned to look in the direction of the voice.

“No,” Jiang Jue Li instinctively shook his head in denial. How could he not be beautiful? No matter what Shen Shi wore, in his eyes, he was always the most beautiful.

He locked eyes with the polar bear. The crowd could feel an unseen ripple of force spreading in all directions. Suddenly, the bear let out a thunderous roar.

As soon as she entered the living room, Gu Yu saw Madam Liu, who had once looked after her mother in this very villa.

The main reason was that in the Great Zhou, no one surpassed Zhang Qiqi in the art of poison. The poisons she devised were impossible for anyone in the Great Zhou to counteract, so confrontation was not an option.

Yang Yu gave Zhu Wu a few more instructions. Looking at Zhu Wu before him, Yang Yu felt a trace of uncertainty. Zhu Wu was always a strategist at heart. He hoped this battle would make his name.

He was startled by his own words, but then remembered that protecting them was his duty and was able to let it go.

Everyone present held their breath, watching Yang Yu on the other side. This fellow had shattered their expectations again and again.

To avoid awkwardness, he had even bought breakfast from a nearby shop, pretending he had come solely to deliver it to Li Nian. “Hey! I knew you’d skip breakfast again, so I bought this just for you,” Chen Yu said, lifting the bag in his hand.

Chu Qian had already returned to her seat and couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the scene.

Perhaps yesterday, she really had crossed his bottom line, which was why he was so cold and distant today.

Zhu Jiahui still tried to pin the blame on Yu Zhouwan. She didn’t much like Yu Zhouwan, but she wasn’t ready to completely fall out with her yet. She resolved in her heart to speak to the counselor about Zhu Jiahui’s behavior.

If it were possible, even the artifact spirit would want to leap out and strangle Zhou Xuan to death.

After slipping quietly into the ruins, a sheen of golden light enveloped the two of them, and they vanished without a trace.

Xing Lu let out a furious roar, sending the Heavenly Execution Blade spinning from his hand. It sliced through the air in a sweeping arc, as if a crimson flash was attacking from the left.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold—a poetic line so fitting. In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was awash in blooming plum blossoms. The once-bare branches now stood tall and vibrant with new life.

Ji Lian replied, “To answer Your Highness, he is indeed my great-uncle on my father’s side.” Though the connection sounded somewhat close, Mu Biwei knew the Ji family was a prosperous clan. A great-uncle on the paternal side, unbound by mourning obligations, could hardly be considered truly close kin.