Chapter 26: Mind Your Manners

"A cat?"

Song Zigui looked at Ye Hongxiao with suspicion, then glanced at Deling, and said to Song Chunmei, "Mom, when did a stray cat get into the garden?"

Upon hearing this, Deling’s face soured, her expression growing increasingly icy.

Song Chunmei was a shrewd woman; after a moment’s thought, she understood exactly what had transpired in the garden just moments ago.

...

She had assumed Xi Sa would never know of that evil which lurked in the shadows—the kind that ordinary people could never perceive, and would find absurd even if they heard of it. "No need. Your King is no saint; he knows perfectly well what must be done." Ling Shangshui’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and fear.

Chang’e let out a sharp, clear cry. Suddenly, a red light flashed across her body, and a cyan aura of auspicious clouds manifested above her head, supporting the primordial spiritual treasure, the Red Hydrangea.

The advantage of this was that he could detect movement within a radius of a thousand meters at any time, especially the fluctuations of battle aura and magic elements, which were even more pronounced.

For now, he could only hope this matter would be resolved properly. He reckoned that with the Crown Princess mediating and persuading the Queen to assist, it was not impossible to make King Chen change his mind. Xi Sa strolled through the garden, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt. It was rare for him to act as an upstanding gentleman, only to invite trouble, and the outcome on Li Yanyu’s end was also unsatisfactory.

"That stinking spendthrift, I can't believe he made up such a smooth excuse. Laugh, go ahead and laugh, you’re no saint either!" Jiang Huijuan tried to hold it back several times but finally failed, laughing along with Xiao Han. In this time and place, the joke felt unexpectedly heartwarming to her.

The most critical issue was his insufficient strength; even if he knew the whereabouts of the Eastern Emperor Bell, he lacked the power to compete with others for it.

The azure surface of the ocean split into a V-shaped trail as Ling Wuyan returned once more to the location of the portal to the Lost Island.

Mo Jue’s ability: Master of Wind Elements. By utilizing this power, he could instantly mimic the effects of wind-attribute magic.

A Shadow Being can never leave the person they are attached to, nor can they harm them. Regardless of what their master wishes them to do, or how much power they possess, they cannot resist or disobey. If the master so desires, they are nothing more than a marionette on strings.

"What spell is this?" The three were inwardly astonished, not daring to ask further. They watched as, within the mirror's light, a fire-red entity—a monster resembling a dragon, yet not quite, with a hundred claws on its belly—roared incessantly. It was enveloped by countless terrestrial fires and celestial energies, and further out, by innumerable torrents of magma.

"What exactly is your relationship with Chu Li? Just tell me, and I will believe you. Please, explain it to me? Even if it’s a lie, I am willing to believe you." Li Yilan pursed her lips, forcing her voice to sound as calm as possible.

Sitting in his chair, he hesitated for a long while before finally making his decision. He retrieved the rubberized raincoat he had brought from home, threw it over his shoulders, changed into a pair of lightweight, non-slip cloth shoes, gritted his teeth, opened the door, and rushed into the downpour.

The cold wind whistled, incessantly lifting her robes and blowing straight inside. Her snow-white garments snapped in the wind, billowing out to reveal her full figure.

Before the "door," Hu Shuntang shielded Mo Qin while the latter crouched down to retrieve his tools. In mere seconds, he picked the locked door. The two slipped inside and pulled the door shut behind them. As soon as they entered, they heard laughter and the sound of money being counted from the back room of the shop.

"Idiot, you're in my way!" The Yaksha King reached out to push Kate’s body aside, tilting his head to look at Hu Shuntang, wanting to know what was going on. Had Half-Bucket been taken hostage by them? Yet, the current situation made it seem as if Hu Shuntang was on very friendly terms with this group.

With those words, Tong Guaiguai’s plummeting mood instantly made a full recovery, soaring upward as if it were riding an elevator.