Chapter 123: The Loyal Minister

Su Li swept his gaze across the crowd and said coldly, "Why is everyone silent?"

Xiong Hongzhi drew the sword at his waist, took a few steps forward, and shouted furiously, "Whoever dares to refuse tonight's terms shall not leave this room alive!"

The ministers trembled in fear at Xiong Hongzhi's words. A few of the more timid ones...

A stagnant pond cannot breed a dragon. If one wishes to defy the Titans and contend with the Pantheon, staying holed up in Azeroth will never suffice.

Downstream of the Azure Falls, Jun Ruxu watched Jun Wuyou walking slowly toward him, his steps seemingly unsteady. He moved to support him, but was refused.

Ji Changqing merely sipped his tea, not even glancing at the fat man beside him, looking as relaxed as if he were truly only there to enjoy tea and watch the maidens.

Whether assassin or male concubine, they were base creatures that could never be presented in polite society, destined to remain hidden in dark corners. How could he, such a noble master, allow them to soil him?

Hearing his brother's remark, the man's face turned beet red in embarrassment, and he could only offer a sheepish grin in response.

Inside the carriage, Jun Wuyou suddenly pulled Jing Huan into his arms, pressing against his lips with an irresistible force. He kissed him urgently and fiercely, as if he would not be satisfied until he had crushed him to pieces and embedded him into his very bones.

Mo Tian's cryptic words left everyone astonished. Upon hearing them, the expression of Lan Feng, a semi-deity powerhouse, darkened instantly.

The group had enjoyed a brief moment of bravado, though it lasted only a second. One of the thugs wielding a metal stool smashed it directly into Chao Qi's face; fortunately, the man reacted in time to block it with his hand, or that single blow would have finished him.

A slap landed squarely on Xin Nan's face. He felt a searing pain; it was the second time he had been struck that day.

Hearing this, Xiao Lingxiao shook her head. If those mysterious figures from the Witch Cult could capture Bao Rong'er before, it proved they possessed unique methods. Though it was partly due to Bao Rong'er's carelessness, Xiao Lingxiao could not bear to let her take such a risk again.

General Liu was stunned for a moment, then realized her intent. She had waited all afternoon; no one had come to greet her or pay her any mind, and since everyone treated her as if she were invisible, she naturally returned the favor.

Zhu Chan did not leave after exiting the hall; instead, he hid nearby, waiting for Yang Wei to depart before he finally left himself.

Upon hearing Hu Yue mention calling the police, the surrounding crowd began to shout loudly, and some even drew their weapons.

Yin Le herself did not know why, but she simply could not stand these people who prided themselves on their superiority. She had never offended this woman, yet the moment she arrived, she began picking faults. She truly could not swallow this resentment.

They advanced steadily, clearing the rooms one by one and leaving no security risks behind.

"Get to the point!" What did belief matter? He had caught her in a trap more than once; what other choice did she have but to believe him?

Upon reaching the summit, the thatched cottage stood in solitude, weathered by time, evoking a faint sense of melancholy.

Before entering the palace with the eunuch, Xiao Lingxiao instructed Xiao Fengming and Bao Rong'er to find a way to investigate the true condition of the Imperial Grandson. Although both were deeply worried for Xiao Lingxiao, she was under the protection of the Divine Wolf, and Xuan was also within the palace walls; she would surely be safe, even if the worst were to happen.

Lu Jue smiled, then furrowed his brow and said, "I have only heard of winning people over with virtue, yet now I must win them over with force. Very well, how does the Prince of Luoyang wish to challenge me?" He had agreed without a second thought.