Chapter 82: Little Sister

At this hour, it was rest time, and Song Ruize returned to the work shed carrying a bundle. Jiang Qibin came over, worry etched on his face. “What did the foreman want with you? Did he give you a hard time again?” he asked. Song Ruize handed him the bundle. Jiang Qibin took it, opening it as he spoke, “What’s this?” As soon as he unwrapped it, the tantalizing aroma made him turn ravenous; with a howl, he tore open the oiled paper, pinched a piece of braised meat, and offered it to Song Ruize.

In the next instant, time froze once more—a massive storm of violet-gold emerged out of nowhere, roaring through the world and dimming all the light around. Yi Han kept his eyes fixed below. Man and beast brushed past each other; that they knew one another was obvious, otherwise there would have been conflict. The Star Luan Beast King trusted the middle-aged man deeply, so much so that it disregarded Yi Han entirely.

“What’s it got to do with me? Get lost!” The young man was truly enraged, raising his fist and swinging it at Yi Han.

“Since you’ve agreed to take me in, allow me to offer my first piece of advice,” said Gongsun Sheng.

But that shadow seemed to sense the danger ahead of time; as Ling Hong’s divine light touched it, it pulled back some of its force, and immediately retreated after the collision.

“My apologies. Please, all four of you, come up the mountain,” Zhu Wu said, leading Zhu Ming and the others straight to the Hall of Brotherhood at the stronghold.

A few dark figures emerged from the center of the lake—what strange things were these? Yi Han stared for a while before realizing they were people, dressed in wetsuits with oxygen tanks strapped to their backs.

When they returned to the tree trunk, Long Teng dared not act rashly. Both knew their fate depended entirely on the whims of heaven, and so they were carefree. Yet since noon yesterday, almost a day had passed without food; their stomachs growled with hunger. But in this vast ocean, there was no food to be found, so they simply sat quietly, exchanging idle words from time to time.

Meanwhile, his body began to fly toward the center of the battlefield. Earlier, he’d tried to escape, knowing resistance was futile; now that hope had appeared, he no longer needed to flee.

Lu Yu smiled softly, her enchanting expression making it impossible to look away for a few seconds.

What disappointed Liu Dong even more was that almost all the shops here were legitimate businesses; there was not a single antique street stall as he’d hoped.

Jiao Jiao looked at the white silk in Yu Xi’s hands and asked, “Grandmother, what are you planning to embroider?” The patch of red was puzzling; she had no idea what it was intended to be.

Previously, they had considered the consequences of failure, but believed that whether they used secret identities to contact intermediaries or acted in their own names, even if things failed, no one would be able to trace it back to them.

When Tang Yu’s uncontrollable shout echoed inside, the two women stopped talking, but were too embarrassed to open the door. If they stumbled upon that scene, even though they’d seen each other unclothed before, it would still be awkward.

Sure enough, the kicking foot had a hole in the shoe at the big toe, exposing a snowy white sock that stood out conspicuously.

“For so many years, we’ve grown used to being top dogs in military competitions across the districts and accustomed to losing every year to Dragon Fang in the exercises. We’ve lost our drive to improve. It’s time someone rang the alarm for us!” Qi Zhen declared.

“Rest assured, my lord,” Ying Lin replied succinctly, casually picking up a wine jug from the table before swaggering off toward the Bamboo Garden.

“What’s wrong?” Lei Feng moved closer to Yun Duo, simultaneously pouring more spiritual energy into the barrier to ensure the concealment spell would not fail.

Though there was no fluctuation in battle power, he spotted Qin Zheng and Fan Ziyan not far away, and shouted as he sprinted madly in their direction.

Having said this, he ignored Xue Lin’s livid face, laughing wildly as he strode into the Xue family residence.

“Care for a drink?” As Su Cheng’s thoughts churned, Wang Yuerong handed a glass of red wine to his lips.