Chapter 44: Old Feelings, Hard to Forget

Xing Jue’s tone was somewhat delicate, yet the grievance in his voice was unmistakable.

Si Yao’s fingers curled inward. She reached out.

Xing Jue drew back ever so slightly. “If we cast aside the engagement and I leave the Xing family, would there be nothing left between us?”

Si Yao paused.

Xing Jue’s wrist returned, lifting slightly, the cigarette tip brushing close to Si Yao’s lips: …

Too bad—I don’t even care about Shen Longyuan, so why bother with you, a passing Bodhisattva? Didn’t you want others to see me treating you with utmost respect? Well, I’ll let them see something entirely different.

Again, he thrust his spear at Ye Fan. Ye Fan blocked with his golden bell, then counterattacked, his longsword anything but ornamental; the sword’s aura danced wildly, sweeping forth.

Ba Hao and his brother were weak, without power or influence. He wouldn’t dare go against Wang Mingtai. Besides, he was waiting for Wang Mingtai’s lifesaving antidote. He had no choice but to swallow his resentment.

Hearing this, the barber grew more cautious of Long Yun. But Long Yun was not unreasonable; he wouldn’t simply beat someone up and swagger out.

“This might be a conspiracy. The god of fate has already dug a pit, just waiting for you to fall in,” said the Fire Crow.

No one could foresee what would happen next. All that lay before them was a devastated city and the dim light of dawn.

“Get up, damn it! At a time like this—this whole mess started with you, and you still have the nerve to sleep?” Yue Chan exploded, veins bulging on her forehead.

“Don’t worry, just watch and see how I handle those guys,” Ba Taiyin said with absolute confidence.

Such was the Bai family: the spirit of self-sacrificing healers already ingrained deep in their bones and blood.

I was speechless. Ye Yuxin’s few words left me utterly defeated! Fuming, I picked up my wine glass and drained it in a single gulp.

Zi Xiu was surprised to discover that Su Suyi had such connections with the Hongzhen Chamber of Commerce. Seeing Su Suyi swaying, seemingly exhausted, he hesitated before supporting her.

In fact, Ling’er was unsure what the disciples of the Sword Sect gained after entering and successfully leaving this place. She herself had received nothing tangible—no skills, not even the legendary divine weapons. What she gained was a sense of enlightenment.

“A Lai, the good food is here!” Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Ye Tian, the young master, burst in with the vigor and triumph of spring.

But one can’t drink rice porridge forever. After a few sips, Zhou An set the bowl aside. The hand that had held the bowl now rested casually on the table, and just then, a warm, delicate hand covered his.

“All right then. Director Zhou, would you do me the honor of joining us for dinner this weekend?” Hu Tianyuan wanted to laugh at Zhou Ji’s setback, but kept his promise anyway.

In this, Chi Yu was quite similar to Luo Bai. Though their sword paths differed, both possessed an indomitable heart.

Smiling, she put a piece of stewed radish into her mouth, chewing slowly. In truth, there was no need to chew; the radish had been simmered with beef until it was tender enough to dissolve with just a press of her lips.

Within the army tent, Ji Moqing and Ling Qingyan analyzed every aspect of border defense. The more Ling Qingyan spoke with Ji Moqing, the more he realized this man was deeply insightful and unfathomable. He resolved to collaborate with Ji Moqing for a full overhaul of border affairs starting the next day.

“Brother, I’ll keep every promise I made to you. I’ll make time to visit Sister’s grave, and I’ll deliver flowers on your behalf.”

“Gather everyone in the valley! There’s an enemy invasion!” Fu Yuan shouted. The urgency was clear; the crowd wasted no words, vanishing from sight in a flash.