Chapter 28: An old woman, yet he treats her like a treasure.

Luo Yunmian hurried through her doorway, slipped inside, and quickly shut the door behind her. Only when she returned to this familiar, comforting space did the tension she had been holding finally melt away.

She knew well that her emotions were constantly stirred by Fu Yanchi.

"Sigh, is it possible I have to move again?"

The thought of moving was exhausting, but if she returned to her grandmother's villa, she would inevitably run into Fu Tingshen, which was the last thing she wanted.

She let out a soft sigh.

Afterward:

Having handed the storage bag to Wen Qiao, Xie Zhen did not delay a moment. Rolling up his sleeves, he began to assist her.

As it happened, Ji Qing was not just with her four teammates; they were accompanied by over a dozen allied players.

"Look at this sentence: 'I am fine, do not worry.' Based on my understanding of A-Yi, he must have some other plan. If He Yi leads people to charge in and ruins A-Yi’s plans, do you think it might lead to mutual destruction?" Jiang Luo speculated.

Uehara Kazemi nodded again with a smile, thanked them, and then, gripping the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right, slowly drew his katana.

Although Ling Hantian had comprehended the artistic conception of fire this time, it offered almost no significant boost to his actual combat strength. Unless he could regain mastery over flame itself, this artistic conception provided only limited improvement to his power.

Wu Junying paused. "Yes." Her heart sank—could it be that something had truly happened to her brother?

These two items could be synthesized in the player’s equipment slot to create a blue-tier item: "Wolf and Wild Dog Fangs."

Bai Dede assumed Fan Wuyin was still sulking with her and was about to say something conciliatory. However, when she inadvertently glanced at Chang Hui, she saw the same serious expression on her face. Looking at the other masters, they all appeared equally grim. Bai Dede’s heart skipped a beat; it seemed an unexpected disaster had occurred.

Hai Yueqing couldn't be bothered to argue with him. Behind all of this, the true masterminds, the ones who were truly detestable, were Feng Deqing and Jin Sanlang.

Hearing such a proposal again, the group standing in the void fell silent. Even Qing Linghua wore a look of contemplation on her face, no longer voicing any mockery.

"Beyond these material things, Patriarch, you have taken on the responsibility for the future of the White Clan," the elder reminded him.

"Oh, just let it be! Hurry up and go, the two grandfathers are about to arrive, let's go, let's go." With that, Lin Xiyao grabbed Yuexiu by the arm and pulled her outside.

"When did Junior Sister Wu’s cultivation break through to the peak of the Spirit Origin Realm?" As the brilliance faded, the others were startled out of their shock. Shui Ruoying withdrew her gaze, looked at Xue Bingling, and asked in confusion.

Beiming Chen watched for a moment, finding nothing amiss. He was just about to step inside when he saw Shen Meng standing by the kitchen pantry.

This other 'Yu Qianche' not only looked exactly like him in appearance and build, but even his mannerisms, movements, and cold tone of voice were identical.

Originally, the First Martial Academy did not allow anyone other than disciples to reside there, but there were always exceptions.

Hidden in the shadows were cultivators like Leng Chan at the Nascent Soul stage; no one knew when they might suddenly appear.

After dinner, Lin Xiyao told Shangguan Jue to get lost and go back to Beiming Chen's place. He refused to budge, infuriating Lin Xiyao so much she nearly kicked him with her "Shadowless Foot."

Ma Li gasped for air. His vision had gone completely dark, yet he continued to look toward the direction of Yunpi Path by instinct. A smile curled at the corners of his mouth, as if someone were waiting for him there.

The three vehicles, along with the handcart, set off. The rumble of the engines echoed in their ears as they watched the vehicles pull away into the distance.

"Madam Tang." Mother Xu was noticeably more reserved. Looking at the grand mansion and thinking of how she had let someone sleep in her own thatched cottage, she felt deeply apologetic.