See Through at a Glance

After Bai Lengye descended the mountain, he tucked away the checks for the medicinal pills into his ring, and as for the heap of scrap metal, he simply tossed it aside—no matter how fine the weapon, in his eyes, it was all just worthless iron.

His cousin’s wife was the first to come in and speak. Ji Man welcomed her with a smile, only to find her hand cold as ice when she touched it. “You didn’t take the carriage?” she asked.

What I found even harder to believe was that when he said he saw me, my entire right hand was inside the jar. No matter how they pulled, they simply couldn’t get it out—as if my hand had grown roots inside. They didn’t dare use force, and it wasn’t until we got to the hospital that the doctor managed to get it off. My mother kept insisting the jar should be smashed.

Everyone was somewhat surprised. It was one thing for Marquis Mo Yu to bring along a grain merchant to the gathering; after all, this merchant had been praised by a master and was quite the poet. But now that they’d come down the mountain, instead of going to a fine restaurant, they were actually heading to the grain shop to eat?

Lu Ze didn’t really understand what An Yiran wanted to discuss, but since she’d taken the initiative to seek him out, he was more than happy to oblige.

Restless—never mind, I tried to soothe my startled heart. Don’t be afraid, it’s just restlessness, nothing more.

Gu Zijun and Mama Su stood rooted to the spot, watching the police car speed away before it finally dawned on them that Luo Yiyi had already been taken away.

“Wait, aren’t you going to watch too? Let’s go together,” Huang Ying turned her head, her gaze resting on Bai Lengye for a moment before shifting away again.

“Jasmine and peach blossom fragrance, jasmine and peach blossom fragrance!” squawked the parrot, but before it could finish, the young master flung it aside with a forceful gesture. It seemed certain to crash to the ground, but the bird proved nimble—spreading its wings, it landed steadily atop the sandalwood idol and protested indignantly, “Don’t mention it, don’t mention it!”

As for Luo Jingnan, since he was already captured, even if he were to be used in exchange for Jing Jiandong, he couldn’t be let off so easily. He was genuinely curious—after all these years of warmth and hatred, what sort of man was this person whom Wen Wan had loved and loathed for so long?

Zhang Yu wanted to scrutinize things further, but the ceremony was about to begin. Helplessly, he had to let it go.

The next moment, there was the soft sound of water. She turned around, her long lashes fluttering like feathers as she slowly opened her eyes, looking at him dreamily. Gradually, she drew nearer, her cool lips gently brushing his.

The shadowy figure lifted a flute in apparent nonchalance, and a clear, gentle voice called out, “Sister”—it was unmistakably Su Jinling’s.

“By the way, how did you get here? Lingfeng brought you, didn’t he? Where is he? Is he coming for dinner tonight?” Only then did Mama Zhuang notice that Huo Lingfeng didn’t seem to have come up with Zhuang Qingqing.

As soon as one entered Canglan City, the stench of blood hung thick in the air, mingled with the reek of rotting flesh, worsened by the sweltering weather.

“Didn’t Officer Liu Shun promise to see justice done for you?” Chen Deman snorted, his tone sharp with ridicule.

It was only when Du Yiyi’s silhouette disappeared into the tangle of bare branches and new shoots along the secluded path that Qinglan withdrew her icy gaze, her eyes narrowing with a smile.

“So, what if someone suddenly gets hungry and wants something to eat?” Zhuang Qingqing looked at Huo Lingfeng and asked.

There was neither evidence nor reason, yet he knew—he simply knew—that this was the truth.

Bai Jie’s gaze fell on the torn spot of He Chunchun’s clothing, noticing that the area was already soaked through. He thought to himself, this must have been done by that rat beast just now. Or maybe… she wanted to be wet herself?

Ever since Yang Ye arrived, Wang Yi had set his sights on her, popping into her office at every opportunity, making up reasons to bother her. Yang Ye found him extremely annoying.

If not for the need for this sea chart, the Efficiency Division’s collection of lotus mussels might have increased by another twenty percent. But the entire division followed Shen Yuan’s orders without question, and after much rushing, the coastal map was only finished this morning.

He could see branches spreading in all directions, each as thick as a grown man’s waist, broad enough to be called avenues. At the end of each of these roads, radiant globes of all colors shimmered—the spirit fruits, coveted treasures for which countless beasts battled to the death.

“Sigh, back in Gu’an, I longed every day to return to Jinzhou. Now I find myself missing those days of fighting side by side with the soldiers,” Chen Chong sighed after several bowls, a wistful air about him, the nostalgia of age.

With that, Hu You simply took out a kettle, pots, pans, and all sorts of spices from his spatial ring.

“No, don’t come any closer!” Yan Yuxue shuddered and backed away, trying to jump off the stage. But in a flash, Ling Qingyun, grinning, was already behind her. With his mastery of the Dragon Roaming technique, it was child’s play for him to take down an exhausted opponent.

Even so, scars in the shape of two rows of teeth were left on Ling Qingyun’s golden, jade-like leg—not the bite of a crocodile, but more like the marks of a snake’s fangs. Ling Qingyun shuddered, channeled his energy into the wound, and sure enough, a stream of foul blood oozed out.

“Mother, mother! The baby brother is smiling too—he’s grabbed my finger!” From the side, Murong Yunhai’s delighted voice rang out.

Jiang Xinyan hesitated for a moment, but seeing Ye Long’s determined look, she knew that unless she accepted his challenge today, he wouldn’t let her go. So with no other choice, she nodded.

I am a direct descendant of one of the three great clans, courting your favor with every means at my disposal, yet you won’t even spare me a glance. And yet, you gave that charlatan such a deep, affectionate look?

“Young man, your sword is a fine blade, but it gathers the energies of heaven and earth imbued with a dangerous aura. Your cultivation is still shallow—if you keep carrying it, the evil energy will consume you.” The old man smiled benevolently, but Jian Quan felt an invisible pressure descend.

Yan Wei came in carrying a tray of tea and pastries, brushing past him as he left. She set her things down quietly.

“Come on, let’s go see somewhere else! I really want to know just how much mischief occurs in our city in a single day!” Chen Cheng said with a smile.

But at the mere touch, the Demon Ancestor Fuhua screamed in terror, his voice full of fear and disbelief.

And nearly all those children—each and every one—came from distinguished backgrounds. Even the least among them was the son of the recently renowned Qin Yantong.

Chen Cheng even thought that perhaps the Dragon Clan itself was still watching the events at the earth’s core unfold.

“Let them be, let them be. Right now, there’s nothing more important than a family reunion!” the man surnamed Leng declared emphatically.

“Heh, as long as you’re satisfied, my lord, that’s all that matters!” Adrian unobtrusively wiped away a bead of sweat.