Chapter 141: The Return of the Body Fragrance

The Fragrance Banquet proceeded in a lively and bustling atmosphere, with no one noticing that Bai Huan had quietly collected the censer Zhen Xi had used for burning incense.

The reservation slots for the grand opening of "Joy of Fragrant Ashes" were completely filled. Content and satisfied, Bai Huan suddenly thought of something and swept her gaze across the room, only to discover that both Zhen Xi and the Emperor were missing.

Bai Huan glanced at the Noble Consort, who was chatting happily with Princess Huai'an.

Although the Empress was conversing with Ji Qinghe, she appeared somewhat distracted and uneasy.

Suddenly, Shunxi quietly walked up to her side.

Although the Hall of Law Enforcement had already explained the whole sequence of events to him, Zhang Zhixing simply could not accept this outcome.

It felt as though there was nothing more he could do for her—whether it was her cold demeanor when she spared him on a whim back then, or her playful and clever appearance after losing her memory, every single facet of her had left a deep impression on him. He could only blame himself for being merely a commander of the imperial guards.

In the dark of fate, he harbored an ominous premonition, a feeling as though, as though he were being targeted by someone.

He struggled out from the massive crater, floated up in front of the stone pillar, and raised a hand to wipe away the trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"What did you say? The Young Master has been abducted? Did you clearly see who took him?" Hearing the report from the returning scout, Master Jin slammed the table in astonishment.

"Hahaha! Lord of Scarlet Cliff Mountain, I had assumed that, as a mountain lord, you would at least possess a shred of decorum, righteousness, and shame."

Zhongli Boqian lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms, his heart melting into profound tenderness, and could still not resist leaving a lingering imprint upon her lips.

"My computer froze, I'll head over and check it out right now..." With those words, the very last viewer also left the stream.

Had that hazy figure not intended to use her as leverage against Qin Yi, that law's will could have obliterated her into nothingness in an instant.

X-io held up his twin-arm launchers, the Gatling-like barrels spinning rapidly as they unleashed a massive barrage of missiles.

Following the masked man's explanation, Ye Feng shifted his gaze back to the astrolabe before him.

Those who came were mostly familiar with one another; since nearly this entire group had been wiped out, what kind of good end could await the other faction if they went?

The aged, human-shaped phantom that burst forth from the sealed wooden box at that very instant was watched intently by Ye Feng, Bai Xuan, and the others with bated breath.

Zhanxi collapsed limply onto the ground, endlessly repeating those words. Yuanxi let out a bitter laugh and chimed in with a matching remark.

Because the masked man had previously been injured and treated by Ye Feng using the Ye family's genuine qi, Ye Feng now had a very clear understanding of the masked man's condition.

Ah Hai nodded and promptly retreated. At that moment, the innkeeper immediately poured a cup of tea for Su Ruyi, who sat down in a chair, sipping her tea while pondering the affairs concerning Su Mi.

"Halt! At this moment, several elders are conferring within the main hall; how dare you act so presumptuously?!" A senior martial brother stepped forward, blocking their path.

Standing upon the Frozen Plaza and looking up to witness this scene, Ye Feng let out a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth, making no attempt to conceal it.

Upon uttering those words, the warm and amiable smile on Liaojie's face finally morphed into chilling indifference, the light in his eyes growing as sharp as a blade cast from the depths of hell, striking awe and despair into the hearts of all who beheld him.

Lin He had slaughtered all the disciples in the blink of an eye and trapped the four elders; all he needed to do now was capture those four elders.

Though they had not figured out what was going on with this team composition at first, the more bizarre the lineup, the more the audience loved watching the match.

After issuing his instructions, Wu Xuan left Balang, Zhao Ziwei, and the others behind to clean up the scene and wait for the rest to arrive, while he himself got straight into his car and drove back.

He felt a sense of suffocation as a crushing terror instantly descended from above, wrapping tightly around his entire body.

Li Hao squinted and looked closely; although the account on his end hadn't played many matches, it had already reached the rank of Grandmaster.

Upon hearing this, however, Luo Yuantong burst into laughter, suddenly raising his hand into a fist to halt his momentum. Jiang Wen felt as though his posture had shifted instantly from unpredictable and hazy swordplay back into a steadfast pine and cypress unmoved by wind and rain.