Volume 1, Chapter 22: You Have No Shame!

Ye Feng, seeing Feng Niang's determined stance, immediately clasped his hands in respect.
"Who would dare refuse the honor of Wanbao Pavilion?"
"However, I truly think, Mistress Feng Niang, that you are overreacting."
"If those thieves stole your treasures, how could they possibly hide them within my tavern?"
"Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap?"
Noticing Feng Niang leaning in to listen.
"Who even cares... about you?" Mo Yu’s face flushed slightly before turning angry. He wanted to scold him for nonsense, but when he saw Wang Fan’s pitiful expression and despondent look, his heart softened. He thought Wang Fan was truly unfortunate and perhaps beyond recovery, and a sharp pain gripped his heart.

Galo was still doubting the authenticity of the jade flute. But if it wasn’t the flute he sought, it absolutely couldn’t play the Jade Emperor’s Melody. The Jade Emperor’s Melody required a flute of the highest quality, and legend said that only that specific jade flute could produce the melody. Using any other jade flute, the instrument would crack before the song was finished.

Seeing Gao Fei hesitate to raise his bid, Big Beard Xue grew anxious, repeatedly insulting and provoking him, but to no avail; Gao Fei was not falling for it.

He directly unleashed the mech, its chest bearing scars from previous battles.

Originally, he kept his hair long for a long time, but on this return, he finally cut it. Some who returned only once a year kept their hair short, refusing to cut it otherwise, as cutting meant a new album’s image.

Suddenly, the seawater suspended in the air turned to ice. Huge blocks shattered into sharp icy arrows.

Moreover, the lord of this city would inherit it forever; his descendants would never be stripped of their position as city rulers. At this moment, the happiest was naturally the lord of Mingyue City.

Otherwise, how could one say these mountain bandits were truly a disorganized rabble, the worst kind of scum, hopeless and beyond help?

Zhou Yixian, seeing Uchiha Madara’s expression, reluctantly swallowed his complaints and followed them into a private room in the tavern.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Baima Jun stop Li Shengzhu. He paused, opened the car door, and stepped out.

Mei Ziyan’s face was expressionless, but her hand trembled faintly within her sleeve. Mu Cheng, at some unknown moment, held her hand. The warmth flowing through it calmed her heart slightly.

His words had the immediate effect of making me take away the thin blanket and return to bed for a deep sleep, ignoring him entirely. I didn’t utter a single complete sentence to him even the next day. Following behind him, watching his upright figure, I felt my heart burn with both longing and despair.

“No need, Tao Ran is my bodyguard now. How would you know he isn’t working in my company in the future?” Yu Feifei instinctively retorted. Though she hadn’t thought it through, she felt Yun Shaofeng’s words sounded like he valued Tao Ran, but something felt off.

When the flesh met the turbid energy, the cultivator trembled uncontrollably, clearly extremely nervous. After some time, he anxiously pursed his lips and shouted loudly. Within the lifeless black energy, a brilliant white light suddenly blossomed, illuminating the surrounding stones with sharp clarity.

Lord Yue had inexplicably asked Guo Fu to invite her to dinner. Throughout the meal, they barely exchanged five words. She thought they would finally discuss serious matters afterward, but instead, she was dragged to a brothel for endless drinking and dancing. Cang Luocheng was already somewhat impatient.

Still no signal. Not knowing what had happened to them, I used this time to carefully observe our location. The passage was smooth, the ground cluttered with debris, scattered bones everywhere. I also realized something—while fleeing for my life, I couldn’t distinguish between the exit and the entrance.