Chapter 41: Making an Exception for Her

Sang Ke heard someone coughing. Embarrassed and anxious, she abruptly pushed Huo Yanting away. Turning her gaze toward the doorway, she saw that the visitor was Huo Yanting’s aunt, and her face flushed so red it seemed it could cook an egg.

“What’s going on? Are you trying to rob someone’s virtue or what?” Lu Fei mumbled sleepily, still lying flat and making no move to get up.

Yun Feiyang, seeing Jiang Chengfeng and Jiang Chao about to lose their temper, hurriedly stopped them with a look and said, “Everyone here at Mount Lu is a guest. Allow me to guide the heroes!” He bowed and walked ahead, ushering Xu Zhi and the others up to the summit of Mount Lu.

With a sweep of his wide sleeve, his bamboo staff transformed into a colossal beam, carrying his eight disciples with him as they soared into the sky, vanishing in an instant.

Upon leaving, he immediately sought out the manager and reported what Li Biao and his group were doing in the private room—using drugs.

After Zhiguang announced the rules of the contest, a gong signaled the official start. Every sect, determined to suppress the others and display their strength, carefully selected their candidates, outstanding both in martial prowess and appearance.

Yet, he had just witnessed with his own eyes the death of the Primordial God in the Opening Heaven Formation. How could this divine power now reappear?

Rong Yan placed blind trust in Natsume, for in her heart, he was the most skilled doctor she had ever encountered.

I never expected that the first time I would dance this entire choreography from start to finish, it would be under such circumstances.

Mo Zichen followed the group into the grand hall. Once inside, she realized that the already vast temple she had seen from outside was even more spacious within, surpassing anything she could have imagined.

Now she was truly anxious. For her to attend such an event already bestowed great honor upon the Huang family; there was no need for her to stay until the end.

This cavalry, second only to the Black Armor Army, was the most elite in the Northern Garrison, with robust steeds bought from the Wuhuan tribes, swift as the wind and fiercely formidable.

In truth, the common folk understood perfectly well why Li Tiance had been exiled to the Northern Liang frontier. The emperor wanted a pretext to eliminate the last bloodline of the Li clan. Even a fool would not let him escape.

She did not know why, but although she had only met Xu Yan less than a day ago, she felt an urge to draw closer to him.

If Sima Yan truly dared to act, he would show no mercy in his later assault on Bingzhou.

“Let me hear a single noise,” Lin Anran warned, making a gesture as if cutting his throat.

Compared to the current matter, a true confrontation with Mu Ying would not be advantageous.

From then on, Meng Zui’s position became unprecedentedly powerful. Though lacking the title of a prince, he wielded the authority of one. After regaining his former official post, he became the uncrowned king of the capital.

Mo Zhu closely examined the wounds on Su Ningjun’s face and hands, then sat down to check her pulse and ask questions about her injuries, secretly deducing most of the truth.

Xie Baoqing struggled to rise, but the piercing pain in his head left him utterly weak.

Li Tiance smiled faintly, breathing a sigh of relief. For a moment, he had feared he had been recognized.

With her cheeks tinged pink, Ai Mu felt sweat beading in her palms, terrified he would notice her unease. She wanted to pull her hand back, but his grip was so tight she could not break free.

The second-floor hall of the “Red Guest” inn was packed with guests. Perhaps it was because the Redscale family wielded such dominance, that in Redscale City, nearly every building or establishment was named after “Red.”