Volume One, Chapter 47: Mother Truly Knows She Was Wrong

Silent Moon appeared in a flash, gazing in the direction where Mu Qing’er had vanished. Just as he was about to give chase, Zhao Yan stopped him.

“Master?”

This was something entirely beyond his control. He involuntarily lowered his eyes, and then a bitter smile curled at the corner of Yan Yi’s mouth.

I scrutinized him from head to toe, while his eyes roved over me, silently passing judgment.

Feng Ziling had already familiarized herself with the situation early on and nodded without objection. “I’ll go by myself. I know where the Blue Rank troops are. You take the two of them to the Purple Rank assembly hall!” With that, she limped off in another direction.

But Ding Chentai did not approve of Lady Wen’s approach. Who would willingly allow others to rummage through their home?

No doubt, today’s visitor was one such person. Yu Fenghua had long been troubled by such matters, yet since they were all young ladies, she had always refused politely and with good temper.

“That’s right. My late father was Jiang Feng, the number one Demon Slayer of the Divine Continent twenty years ago! Countless demon disciples perished beneath his sword. Alas, in the end, father fell into a demon ambush and died with a bitter heart!” Before Wang Daoming could finish, Jiang Haitao interrupted.

Whenever Yu Xian thought of this, he felt deeply troubled. Reflecting on what he had done and said not long ago, he was overwhelmed by a helpless urge to weep.

Besides, wasn’t I here at the Lanfei residence today to win her over? Now that she had begun to tease me herself, there was no way I could back down.

It was a sensation both soft and slippery, yet tinged with a certain heat. Lan Fei suddenly opened her eyes, though her gaze still held a powerless resistance—which was utterly meaningless to me.

Er Xu pointed at himself with a look of surprise: “Me?” Then, as if having won the lottery, he practically bounced over to Zhang Cheng, wearing an exasperatingly mischievous grin.

By the time Xiao Shanhe returned to the Qin residence on the rickety bus, he felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart.

The lifespan of a Trāyastriṃśa celestial is a thousand years. One day and night for them equals a hundred human years. Think about it: though their lifespan is a thousand years, how many more years is that compared to ours?

“Fine, I won’t bother Lin Feng anymore—but you owe me a million,” Li Xia said, arms crossed, looking as stubborn as ever. She even laid down conditions.

Seeing the three bandits approach, Deng Lina and the others were so frightened their faces turned pale; they collapsed to the ground in a panic.

“Suit yourself. Anyway, a trip back is good for moving all the useful things over. Sasha’s pregnant—what’s there to show off about, Lin Feng? Humph! Not only have I been pregnant, but the baby’s already grown!” Li Xia snapped angrily, clearly sulking.

Before long, the ice rink’s main hall was packed to capacity. Skaters and novices alike were drenched in sweat, reveling in the chaos. The blaring music mixed with flashing lasers created an electrifying atmosphere that reached a fever pitch.

“Let me put it this way: may I borrow your treasured sword to take a look?” Po Sa suddenly appeared directly above me, seemingly lying on the ceiling as if we were face to face—a truly astonishing sight.

Indeed, because Cang Long’s talent was not low, it was merely stalled within the Hidden Dragon organization. With proper cultivation, he would soon rise to challenge the ranks of the top masters.