Volume 1, Chapter 58: The Root Cause of Taking the Blame

Seeing Bai Zhi remain silent, Wen Ye’s smile grew even more unfathomable.

"Rest assured, I will guide you well. After all... you are Bai Zhi's junior sister! Since Wen Ye and I are old acquaintances, I will naturally do my utmost."

Amidst the sarcastic remarks, Bai Zhi suddenly realized that Wen Ye had indeed recognized her.

As expected, anything could be concealed, but the aura of destiny upon one could never be hidden.

Seeing that there were only the two of them around, Bai Zhi dropped her disguise.

"Mister, I am a newcomer here and completely unfamiliar with the Ancient Star of Tianlun. Could you please enlighten me?" I pleaded sincerely.

"Is Your Majesty not afraid that the ones chosen by Chengjun might all be lacking in looks?" Lightly covering her rosy lips and easing her worries, Huo Chengjun did not ask for much; just a few words from Liu Bingyi were enough for her to willingly believe them to be true.

This was also a challenge for the company. Although most of the agencies lacked significant influence, terminating all these contracts at once would inevitably spark some business gossip. Therefore, I decided to dissolve the partnerships one by one, starting first with the travel agency named "Walk Together."

Prompted by Zhan Liang, Wang Yan actually recalled something. It seemed Dian Man had once mentioned that if he ever came to the capital, he would treat him to a fine meal at Daliang's top restaurant. Could it be that this trip to Luoyang was meant to fulfill that past promise?

Having grown utterly disillusioned with the capital, Wu Xi hoped to leave immediately after laying the groundwork, even if it meant returning to Fairy Cloud Town to quietly live out his days as a headmaster.

Half a month had already passed since Chen Tian fell unconscious, leaving behind only a sliver of vitality. Qiu Feng had sought out every Jade Bone realm master in Jiuhua City, only to receive sighs and shakes of the head.

The Dharma King of Endurance let out a cold snort and resumed his attack like a tempest of wind and rain. Growing somewhat provoked, Zhao Yang poured his full strength into his arms, neither dodging nor evading, and met the Dharma King's Dragon Claw Hand head-on.

Zhao Yang inwardly marveled at how formidable this man's martial arts truly were, capable of taking his palm strike head-on without the slightest harm; the Dharma King of Great Strength, meanwhile, felt even more strongly that Zhao Yang truly lived up to his legendary reputation, and that the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms were indeed deserving of being the most ferocious martial art in the world.

"This dowager has heard that Lady Zhang is an old acquaintance of His Majesty. I know little of the events before His Majesty entered the palace, so I wonder if Lady Zhang might tell me a thing or two about them?" Shangguan Youmeng spoke calmly, as casually as discussing everyday matters.

The Holy Emperor sat composed and at ease upon the main seat, his left hand supporting a miniature Nine-fold Divine Temple as he quietly listened to Li Wuyuan's exposition.

Ever since Prince Jingyun of Chu contracted smallpox that year, his constitution had grown considerably weaker. Although the Dowager Princess of Chu had hurled the teapot from what seemed a fair distance—suggesting the force wouldn't be great—it had actually left a bruised imprint right upon his skin. Prince Chu had not taken the blow lightly, and after stepping out of the room, he still emitted a low cough.

Clearly, it was something that could be escaped with a slight struggle, accomplished with a modest effort, and seen through to the end with a tiny bit of perseverance.

As he spoke, John drew the divine sword from his waist, casually waved it, and struck a particularly cool pose. The tip of the sword, by some unfortunate coincidence, happened to land right against the tip of the humanoid dragon's nose—the very creature that had just been brutally battered by Zhang Tianxun's wild, uncoordinated punches. Stricken with terror in both body and mind, the unfortunate fellow rolled his eyes and promptly fainted.

Although that pair of siblings felt deeply resentful that their elder uncle had taken their enemy away, on the surface they dared not show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, treating Luo Wubing with absolute reverence. Luo Wubing departed the moment he spoke; with a flash of cold light, he vanished, leaving only the three of them bowed in prostration to respectfully send him off.

Even so, the Americans still felt a sense of relief upon hearing the news. All summer long, they had been pondering how to orchestrate the transfers, but things had not gone nearly as smoothly as they had imagined.

Pei Hanteng delivered these words entirely in the tone of a suggestion, without any particular trace of obsequiousness.

It didn't matter! Unable to draw his sword, Major Joe Dong still possessed a pair of iron fists honed over twelve years. He sank his body, surged upward from the ground, used his own body to shield Heng Xing, and swung both fists in a frontal, blocking assault.