Chapter 48: Three Sentences

Wei An opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell the truth.

"Our department head just told me to come over and listen to the story you were going to tell."

She was genuinely curious about what Secretary Lan would say, for he seemed like a man full of stories.

Secretary Lan was momentarily taken aback; perhaps he hadn’t expected Wei An to be so honest, or maybe it was her fearless demeanor that surprised him.

He laughed heartily, "Your department head isn’t wrong; I indeed—"

"You… have worn this?" Yakumo Yukari murmured. Just the thought of Tang Cheng wearing such underwear every day unsettled her.

Li Qiang briefly recounted the earlier events to Shi Ta. The guardian who had troubled Li Qiang suddenly looked up, his body trembling like a sieve.

After all, if it hadn’t been for knowing that Tang Cheng had clothes and food, how could he have overlooked this issue?

Having personally experienced the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Tang Mingzhou, the memory remained vivid. She was far from superficial enough to believe He Dong’s claim that Tang Ming bore no killing intent.

After being exposed by her, he not only refrained from restraining himself but grew more brazen, openly surveilling her throughout the day. Did he really think she was powerless against him?

Gao Xiong gritted her teeth, struggling to hold on, but she knew her endurance was limited. Her energy had a finite limit; maintaining such a defensive posture would eventually falter.

Lei Pojun shook his head, hoisted Li Mingyang onto his back, and set off toward the distance. His words about eating roasted lamb were mere teasing; Li Mingyang’s condition urgently required healing. Deep within the Xingan Mountains lay a thousand-year-old cold pool, the perfect place for recovery.

As if hearing the call of another soul within, Sima hesitated before the mountain struck by lightning.

Originally, when Mu Ji first performed the unification of his clones, he instantly regretted it. But seeing Tang Ming’s serene expression, his initial regret was swiftly replaced by boundless rage.

This attack, however, was barely a fifth of his strength—perhaps just one-tenth—intended only to intimidate, not to take a life.

Yet, aside from fire magic, other schools of magic remained unaffected. This meant that even a mere mage wielding first-level water magic could strike a fire grand magus successfully, effectively challenging above their rank.

He was once a proud man, naturally unwilling to plead with others. Moreover, Huangfu Keren was, to him, an insignificant figure. Even if she were kidnapped by the Hu people, what concern was it of his?

Shortly after, he spat out a mouthful of foul liquid, then leaned closer to inspect the wound. “No matter what, you can’t keep moving. If you get bitten and infected again, it would be disastrous.” Seeing no response, he looked up and found Xia Chun’ai’s worried face.

It was hard to imagine that the young master, who appeared aloof and untouchable before others, could utter such venomous words—it was truly unfathomable.

The Mu sisters didn’t pursue but exchanged a knowing glance before quickly averting their eyes.

Legend said the Tianzhu grass was born from blood control, created by a great emperor millennia ago at his death, imbued with vital energy comparable to a divine remedy. Seeing it now, this was indeed true.

But the current actions of the Lou Hall seemed more like isolating Xia Chun’ai. Rumors had long circulated within the circle that many advertising opportunities for her had been blocked by Lou Hall. What game were they playing? Didn’t they know that once a star’s popularity waned, it was nearly impossible to make a comeback?

Ye Xi remained silent, her wrist being bent until it cracked. Her gaze on 222 was as sharp as a blade.

“Come back early,” Ji Xiu called out, unable to understand Old Qin’s actions, waving toward the direction he had gone.