Chapter 40: Is He Easy to Fool, or Has He Had a Change of Heart?

Xiao Beiming’s expression was solemn. "Let’s wait for next time. When the next day to visit the Imperial Concubine arrives, I will enter the palace earlier."

Wen Liangyu knew her son’s stubborn temper, so she did not persist. "Very well then. Be careful in everything you do while outside. You must take guards with you when you go out in the future; even the capital city is not entirely foolproof."

"Understood. Please rest assured, Mother. Take care on your way."

Zhou Lingsu triumphantly released her cousin. Yang Zhenzhen gasped for air and glared fiercely at her cousin.

Teng Bao’ya thought, "It is not about meeting openly, but meeting without anyone knowing." Otherwise, Situ Yan would be despised, betrayed, and discarded by the Yang family as a scapegoat.

If even the chief sword cultivator was like this, then the sect leader was arrogance personified, the very embodiment of audacity.

"Bring them all up!" the secondary consort said in a stern tone, simultaneously shooting a fierce glare at the bewildered Song Yitao.

In the candlelight, Song Yitao’s red lips and fair face appeared soft and delicate, the luster of the pearls in her hair swaying with the flickering light, appearing as enchanting and soul-stirring as a mermaid rising from the water.

Honestly, Gong Yingxue felt she was not at all skilled at dealing with Lu An. However, since they were to be teammates in the future and this was her own choice, she could only accept it helplessly.

But that was easier said than done. Such an important resource point was guarded by an elder dispatched by the Chen family; the difficulty of destroying it was pushed to the absolute maximum.

Seeing this, the members of the Zhou family also caught on. Although Su’er had denied it in the flower hall that day, in her heart, she was not entirely indifferent toward Jun Yan.

However, for him, this was certainly a great piece of good fortune. Although his cultivation talent was not slow, it was only because he had raised his Spirit Absorption Technique to the "Historical" level and relied on perfect-grade medicinal herbs.

Only she knew that she dared not stay any longer. She feared that the resolve she had finally mustered to forget him would completely collapse due to his few words of gentle concern.

"Big-mouthed fool." Ji Tian cursed Virgil as a bastard in his heart, but it was already too late. Lloyd was looking at him with a cold sneer, clearly having been tipped off by Virgil.

Once Qi Man had recovered some of his strength, Meng Wanlong spoke plainly and instructed him to remember three things: First, never mention the words "Soul Manifestation" to anyone; second, stop thinking about the past; and third, stop wandering around the Di Family Stronghold as he did today.

Chu Yi and Guo Yujie dared not delay and immediately followed behind Duan Qing, chasing after the talisman paper that had been cast with the Star Path Divination spell.

"Leave him to me. Uncle, you go ahead." Mai Dan patted the shoulder of Wei Si, who was a head taller than him, thinking that with him as a helper, he would no longer have to fear anything when seizing territory in the future.

"Why? If you value loyalty, you can't abandon any teammate! I misjudged you! How can you still call yourself a brother after saying that!" Yue Sheng said with reddened eyes, slamming down his wine cup and turning to leave.

Qiangzi and the others did not speak, but from their lewd expressions, it was clear that they highly approved of the new nickname I had given A-Dong.

Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight spilled in quietly. Du Yi looked out the window with a listless spirit; it was only then that he realized both his hands and feet were firmly shackled.

He could hear the despair in Gu Qianyi’s words, so despite the anger in his heart, he did not blame him, but instead agreed with a grim face.

Resentment! Defiance! But what could he do? Jiu Fangqu’s words were impeccable. Furthermore, it was too late for regrets. It was too late to back down; before long, there would be nothing left of him but bones. Just like that, he collapsed weakly onto the ground, waiting for his fate.

Seeing Xiang Long’s figure disappear into that place, Shali Nuwa and the other three could not help but feel disheartened.

The grim-faced man in the black trench coat suddenly threw his coat over Long Sheng. Simultaneously, he sprang up from the ground and thrust his palms forward, bringing with them a powerful gust of wind as he struck toward Long Sheng.