Chapter 45 Facing the Problem

“No, isn’t this exactly why you came—to seek my advice?” The visitor said with unwavering confidence.

Wei An frowned deeply as he listened from the side. “What exactly does our family owe Zhao Pandi?”

“A few lives,” Qu Xiurong replied after notifying the neighborhood committee and police station and helping Zhao Pandi compose herself.

“That year, before your father returned, I was working alone while taking care of all of you and your grandmother.”

Given Xia Yang’s terrifying and boundless power, and under the repeated warnings from his master, Zhuge Chengfeng, Chu Yu dared not speak casually about Xia Yang’s affairs.

It is said that even now, the ancient kingdoms with vast territories still perform sky sacrifices, conducting some ancient rituals to offer sacrifices to the gods. Despite the passage of countless years, these ancient realms may still harbor shadows of primordial deities—both terrifying and mysterious.

Within this mansion, only Li Danruo and the second young lady, Li Yujin, consistently accompany Lady Ning for meals on time.

“Since the elder commands, the junior will obey,” Yue Yinping nodded. Just as she prepared to ask where the elder was, a sudden strong force lifted her body and carried her into the void.

This statement immediately drew much agreement. Has the Quanzhen Taoism, once the leader of Taoist sects, been so slandered? Seeing this, my heart was torn asunder—I felt I had let down the dearly departed Daoist Xuan Zhen, all the ancestors of Quanzhen Taoism, and my fellow disciples.

“What’s that nonsense your daddy said? You believe his nonsense? No more fighting, understand?” Seeing Beibei like this, Baobei immediately warned him, not forgetting to glare at the other culprit on the sofa.

Mount Wutai is one of the four sacred Buddhist mountains, and Fo Guang Temple is a major Zen Buddhist sect, standing alongside the three great Taoist sects. I quite admire Hongmao Ge; this guy can really spin tales—he even dragged Fo Guang Temple into his stories.

Considering that Lü Haotian had struggled for a while to fasten Su Yingmei’s bra clasp, Su Yingmei lowered her head and said softly.

“Who are you? Why are you capturing me? Who sent you?” I asked deliberately, never expecting them to answer.

Then both noticed, directly above the smooth, hard stone wall at the entrance, about thirty feet high, that someone had inscribed densely packed characters with finger strength alone. Just by the vigorous and fluid calligraphy, one could tell how effortlessly the writer moved.

“All right, please wait a moment!” The waiter’s expression became even more respectful, nodding and bowing before turning to make arrangements.

Zhong Li turned just in time to catch Yu Qin’s awkward expression and continued, “Pursue her well. If you need anything, feel free to come ask me.” With that, he strode away gracefully, leaving Yu Qin and Lin Sicheng embarrassed and at a loss, their minds churning wildly.

Wu’s broom came down harder and harder as she bit her teeth and glared at Yang Changfa. Yang Changfa, anger rising, grabbed the broom and fiercely swung it toward the corner. Wu stared at the empty hand in shock.

“Demon Lord, breaking the rules again, so what? You’re the one who lost this time,” Guo Huai said expressionlessly.

“Aren’t you the one who wanted flowers?” Jian Hao looked at the freshly picked flowers in his hand, feeling somewhat helpless.

The monkey said that except for the ones under repair, all other weapons were ready for deployment. These high-end weapons were luxury items, but clearly, our lives were more precious.

Xiao Yue nodded—that was influenza. She remembered in her past life, she once caught it too. When she went to the hospital for an IV drip, it was already packed with people everywhere, the doctors and nurses overwhelmed.

The fire finally died down. Looking around the arena, it was a ruin; the entire stadium had been reduced to rubble by the explosions, and the two competitors were nowhere to be seen.