Chapter 53
Lu Shangjin silently set the spoon back into the soup bowl and, holding Yan Yi under his armpits, helped him […]
Lu Shangjin silently set the spoon back into the soup bowl and, holding Yan Yi under his armpits, helped him […]
The room was lit by a single lamp, revealing only an iron-barred bed. Xia Jingtian lay on the mattress, his
“Xiao Bai wouldn’t lie to me.” Bai Chuyoung snorted. “Playing the victim won’t work on me. Tell me where Lan
Bai Chunian paused for a moment, sitting on the floor with his back against the door. He chuckled softly. “You’ve
Lan Bo slowly came to, opening his eyes wearily to find himself sitting on the floor. He reached up to
Gao Zhongxiong did not dare ask further and obediently sat to the side. He had been badly chilled on the
Inside the room, Qiao Tianya had not yet left when Shen Zechuan said, “When you head back later, tell Yuan
Yan Heru forced himself to change his words on the spot and continued, “—a charming good-luck piece!” “Preparing gifts is
News that Chu Mingwei—the chief disciple of Yuntian Sect’s Sect Master—had entered the Nascent Soul stage before the age of
Chu Mingwei’s advancement to the Nascent Soul stage was an event of immense significance for Yuntian Sect. In fact, the
At noon that day, the weather was bright and clear. Disciples from every peak of Yuntian Sect went about their
The chicken seller was called Zhao San’er. After giving Yuan Zhao plenty of tips, he went around Qingluan Village selling
Yuan Zhao looked at their full baskets and felt a surge of joy. They had gathered even more than last
Shi Wuxiang also returned home through the rain. Not seeing Yuan Zhao at the village entrance, he knew Yuan Zhao
Spring rains came one after another. The crops began to sprout, and life grew busier. Madam Shi stayed home sewing,
Yuan Zhao even spent five hundred coins on a supposedly excellent wolf-hair brush. The handle was engraved with an elegant
“Master Shi, that young man from your village is here looking for you. He’s carrying a basket—seems like something urgent.”
Time slipped by in a blink, and before anyone realized it, more than a month had passed since Chu Mingwei
At noon, two streaks of light shot across the sky side by side. A short, careworn old man stood atop
“Han Yuan.” A familiar voice sounded from behind him. Leng Hanyuan did not turn; he continued staring toward Yilan Peak.