Chapter 40: Nighttime Conversation
As the sound of the third watch’s gong echoed from outside, exhaustion weighed heavily upon the ministers in the hall. Their eyes could barely stay open, and all semblance of dignity had faded; each one slumped listlessly in their chairs, enduring the interminable night.
“Lord Xue, Lord Xue…” Dai Rong whispered softly.
Xue Qingyan opened one eye to glance at Dai Rong, then closed it again, saying...
“Are we supposed to invite a Daoist priest to assist us? Even if we wanted to, with this isolated island, we wouldn’t be able to reach Mount Mao, would we?” Are there any experts in this city? Fortune-tellers, perhaps a few, but ghost-catchers... Everyone looked around at each other, shaking their heads. There were plenty of charlatans, but as for genuine experts, none had ever been seen.
Old Ming, tears streaming down his face, dragged Lan’er and Mingming to kneel before Cold Consort Xue. She could not bear to refuse them, and only after much persuasion did she finally help them to their feet.
As for Zhang Haoran before them, they knew him well. Zhang Haoran had even visited the Huangfu family, and lately, whenever Huangfu Tianyi spoke of him, excitement and anticipation colored his words.
Now that the monster in this room had been dealt with, the hardest part remained: twelve doors stood before them—how could they know which was the right choice?
Seeing Luo Yiyi’s diverted gaze and the smile tugging at her lips, Jing Zhichen’s brows furrowed; his eyes darkened, and stepping forward, he drew Luo Yiyi into his embrace with a sweep of his long arm.
If time could turn back, I truly wish I could return to the past. I would pour out all the tenderness of my life to cherish him and love him well.
As these words were spoken, a powerful aura suddenly surged forth, leaving many students nearby feeling a stifling sensation in their hearts.
Cold Consort Xue, attentive to the crowd’s expressions, benevolently lifted her teacup and set it down again, lifted and set it down, leaving everyone anxiously watching her, hearts fluttering restlessly—just drink it, please, drink it!
Everyone knew the importance of their individual tasks, and immediately, each began to act. After the assassin arrived, I sent Su Xue a message that we were about to move, then stealthily approached the effective attack range of the Bladeflame Storm, and unleashed it upon the Lion City’s forces.
After saying this, Mu Xia departed first. Nan Feng quickly picked up his phone, only then realizing he had missed many calls and even messages from Luo Yang. He was astonished that he hadn’t noticed until now.
“Don’t worry, the stitching on your leg was done very well. Now that you have a prosthesis, it won’t affect your life much.” Meng Jiu, with the manner of a physician, had brought many nourishing supplements along.
When he finished chanting, the Treasure-Devouring Mouse in midair could no longer endure the blows; it plummeted straight down, hitting the ground heavily, squeaking in a mix of unwillingness, rage, and resignation.
Though his words were abstract, the direct communication of consciousness left no barriers. Lin Shu immediately grasped their meaning.
Obstacles would arise along the way; Dongmen Qing was prepared for this, but he hadn’t expected to be met with cold indifference at An Yi.
From the ring, a pure golden light erupted, first forming a series of deities unknown to Lin Shu in the space before him. They collided, then transformed into layers of golden radiance, as if possessed of consciousness, and spread directly over Lin Shu.
Once he reached his hiding place, Dongmen Qing finally inquired about the island’s affairs. Chi Zhengnan answered everything he knew, and Dongmen Qing memorized it, plotting silently.
Enlaike stared in bewilderment at Her Highness the Princess; her arrogance was clearly even more irredeemable than her madness.
“So it’s the young clan leader! Yes, we must never surrender!” Instantly, over a thousand Yuan troops, who had already laid down their arms, snatched up their weapons once more.