Chapter 49: Tacit Consent

Just a divine messenger's waist token? What is the use of this? Yu Jinzhen quickly expressed her gratitude, "Many thanks, Your Majesty." Attendant Wu placed the imperial edict into Yu Jinzhen's hands. One guard handed the property deed and the waist token to her. Another guard presented the silver right before her. Since Mu Guhuai's hand was injured, Yu Jinzhen motioned for Madam Liu to help hold it for her. Mother He, her son, and the other people from Songshan Village were too shocked to speak. Yet even after claiming it, the game screen did not change, and checking the quest log revealed that the quest still displayed "In progress...".

Upon entering just now, seeing everything around him, Gu Zian's eyes widened in sheer shock, rounding into large circles. Crimson blood flew through the air—this was Lin Xiyue's soul power, a realm she had mastered in her past life: the Great Completion of Fierce Nether. Dina also wore a look of utter astonishment; she seemed somewhat exhausted, and her complexion was not looking too well. Xia Ningmeng was so startled that her words came out in a jumbled mess. Thunder, after all, was not infinite. As the dark clouds grew thinner and thinner, the lightning descending from the sky became increasingly slender, until it finally vanished entirely. Regaining his rationality, the wraith of the Flaming Lion King flashed a trace of confusion across its thousands of eyes upon seeing its current state. However, the very next instant, it suddenly bolted toward a nearby pool of lava, making it clear that the momentary confusion had merely been an act put on to trick Li Si and the others so it could escape. Gai Nie sighed inwardly. In truth, Jing Ke was not inferior to the sword slave Duan Shui, and even surpassed him in swordsmanship; he simply lacked experience in actual combat. Of course, the fundamental reason for his disastrous defeat lay in his insufficient mastery of inner energy. Not only she, but everyone else in the room as well, stared blankly at the door with minds as completely blank as could be. Over the past two days, Lian Xing had never sought them out at night. Her coming at this hour made Ye Xunhuan instinctively assume something had happened. The rain outside was still falling, a ceaseless downpour landing on Liu Zixin's body, gradually cooling her anger. She got into her car and started the engine. With a ferocious expression on her face, Liu Zixin sped off into the distance. At first, Huangfu Huang had still worried that enemy heroes might come out to ambush the "Demacia" champion, but after battling for so long without seeing any enemy heroes emerge, he felt all the more at ease controlling his hero to jungle.

He figured that Senior Brother Yan must have gone off to purchase some rather covert items, which was why he had left on his own. Although imperial rules were numerous, they fell far short of the complex and cumbersome regulations of veteran aristocratic clans. Being able to set the wedding for next March was already the result of omitting a multitude of procedures; if it were clans like Wang, Xie, Wen, or Yang wishing to forge a marital alliance, simply going through the various protocols would take over two years. Regarding the disappearance of Yu Tianbao, Bluebeard was also exceedingly astonished, for it was obvious that Yu Tianbao had originally been right here, yet now he was nowhere to be found. The trail had broken off at this point, and Lu Fubai made a prompt, decisive move to arrest Bluebeard. Moreover, every single zombie corpse could be converted into a zombie pellet through the corpse processor. Tang Ye was also a stubborn and proud person. Having been cast out into the greater world, to willingly return now and seek protection would show a complete lack of backbone—something he simply could not bring himself to do. Besides, since the Dragon family was a powerful clan, internal affairs were bound to be complicated; who was to say there wouldn't be someone within the family waiting to kill him? The swordsman's appearance remained as handsome as Ye Shu had always known it to be, though the magical robes he wore were somewhat tattered, and the skin exposed to the air bore several scorched scars. The return of the Young Master Wen did not cause much of a commotion, and he had honestly waited for over an hour just to queue up and enter the city. The guards at the city gate caught sight of the insignia on the Wen family carriages, offered a respectful bow, and generously let them pass. The four carriages filed in one after another until they reached the entrance of the Wen family's ancestral residence. Leaving aside Huadu, even Chen Shanli wore a look of intense regret, repeatedly exclaiming what a pity, what a dreadful coincidence, that he could only hear a piece of such music today.