Chapter 48: Gathering Storms

When Bai Huan prepared to return to the palace, she didn't see any sign of Feiyu, nor did she pay much attention. She boarded the palace carriage and headed straight inside. Upon entering the palace gates, she saw Shunxi waiting for her.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Shunxi accompanied her toward the Chao Hua Hall, speaking in a low voice: "The master asked me to inform you that Yu Mei has not yet awakened. As soon as she does, I'll fetch the incense pills right away. Also, the person we caught and Gou Sheng have confessed. When you leave the palace, Feiyu will tell you everything, depending on how you wish to proceed."

"Once I finish designing the time machine, there'll be no reason for me to stay in this world," the third brother remarked sarcastically.

Watching Ye Yuhan's departing figure, Yue Qianyue's face looked extremely grim, her long nails nearly breaking under the force of her clenched fists.

Luo Hongxue, seeing Shen Chun stand up for her, revealed a hint of malicious delight on her exquisitely pale face. Her beautiful eyes glanced at Bu Feifan with a few flashes of mischief.

Gu Weilin quietly speculated whether Fu Chuanqing had encountered some trouble. In Jiangcheng, few people could provoke Fu Chuanqing to such anger.

This was what she cared about most—Ouyang Chi and Ouyang Nian. These names were all too familiar, often spoken by her mother.

"Chuyi, I've found the information you asked for," the director said to her over the phone.

The bullets never ceased. After this round of attacks, the tech building would likely need reconstruction, but compared to the loss of documents and equipment, the damage to the structure mattered little.

Those who tried to stop them were felled in an instant by Qing Cang's AK-47.

Prime Minister Liang Kun was deeply worried. The Jin Tian Dynasty had lost its elite forces in the battle for Daliang City, even the commander had been struck dead by Huang Guangwu. Now the Yan Kingdom was about to invade. Yet Jin Tian had few troops left and no talented generals to shoulder the responsibility. How could he not be anxious?

The soldiers behind him charged swiftly into the ranks of the beastmen, like a sharp blade piercing through. In an instant, the sound of swords rang out, and thunderous explosions echoed without pause.

The more I listened, the sleepier I became. Eating my meal, I still had food in my mouth, and when I lowered my head—thud—I fell asleep right on the table.

Zheng Anmin and Qu Hanlin hurried to stand between both sides, constantly offering polite words and smoothing things over.

Mo Xi kept silent, making Yin Ruojun even angrier. He thought of Peng Yu nestled in her arms, her indifference, and their intimate pet names. A nameless fire raged fiercely in his heart.

"You remnants of humanity, today you won't escape, even with wings!" shouted the guardian of the Tianyou Clan, his red celestial blade shedding threads of holy light as it hovered beside him, exuding an aura of swallowing the heavens.

"Uncle He will help me, won't he?" Wu Yulin seemed to glimpse a spark of hope, his dim gaze igniting with a little light.

No wonder everyone stared—this duo was too conspicuous. The contrast of black and white made them look just like the legendary Black and White Impermanence.

"Uncle, why are you here?" Mo Xi instantly adopted a cute and obedient demeanor, as if those previous words had never been spoken.

The Thunder God Emperor shrugged, then his body shuddered. The demonic aura swirling around him and the red light in his eyes slowly faded. The Azure Dragon tattoo on his body returned to its original color and vanished.

After dawdling for quite a while, it was finally ten o'clock before he leisurely uploaded the advertisement.

President Wang sighed. He said the reason Ephemeral Flower had never fully dominated the high-end nightclub market in Yang City was because Zhao Zhiguo kept obstructing them.

Xu Wei was at a loss. He had never encountered such a situation before, but was Yang Qiaoqiao just here to vent to him?

His elder sister, Yu Ping'er, continued to complain. Ximen patiently endured, not daring to show any sign of impatience. Eventually, after a long, long time, Yu Ping'er finally stopped talking.