Chapter 52: Su Zhihan, the Modern Jia Xu

After rushing out of the company, Muge realized that no one had come after her, which made her cry even more bitterly.

Wherever she went, she was always showered with affection and pampered to the core. Even at school, among all the students the teacher had, she was the absolute favorite.

She had originally thought that upon arriving at her senior martial brother's company, she would enjoy the same pampering as before, but she never expected that everyone would be against her.

It must be her senior brother's girlfriend—she probably wasn't good-looking, which was why that Secretary Su went out of her way to please the girlfriend...

Fangfei had since changed her name to Fangfang, yet within the Qingying Residence, the old form of address was still retained, making it feel all the more intimate.

Mu Yang suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. He looked around warily, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he simply attributed it to the cold north wind and went back to grinning foolishly.

"Go on. Benefactor Zhang Sheng has already spoken to me about this matter, and I have given my consent. Besides, your abilities have long been sufficient for you to descend the mountain; it was only out of my lingering worries that I kept you from leaving. Now that the end times have arrived and worldly constraints no longer exist, you may go down the mountain," Abbot Huikong said slowly.

These words pointed directly at Lord Qian. Erzhen felt a pang in her heart, and her eyes instantly reddened. For so many years, she had buried her past deep within her heart. Yet, youth flees all too quickly, and with those aged years gone by and left unmentioned, even the affection of the past no longer remained.

Wang Shoucan had lost count of how many times he had sighed with such emotion, yet he refrained from questioning Zhang Tao about it. Everyone had their own secrets, just like the bizarre and extreme secret hidden within himself—a secret Wang Shoucan never wished for anyone to inquire about, not even Zhao Letian.

The sole condition his ex-wife had demanded for agreeing to marry him was that he quit smoking. Therefore, from the moment he made that promise, he never smoked again. Although they were now divorced, the habit had stuck with him.

If there was anyone who understood Shen Ruxiao best, it was Helian Huaxuan. Yet, things having reached this state, no matter how Shen Ruxiao might dwell on it, certain matters were already set in stone and fundamentally irreversible.

That voice—even after the passage of several years or even a decade, Fu Chen would still remember it. Yao Wenyuan, once so exquisitely charming and delicate, had somehow transformed beyond recognition, fusing envy and viciousness into one, becoming someone whose very name inspired dread.

What was the use of saying anything more now? The damage had already been done, and the elders were once again forced to clean up the mess left behind.

Perhaps driven by overwhelming terror, his normally aged voice became intensely shrill, sounding like a blunt blade scraping against bare bone.

Yuzili was, by definition, a major avenue for the trade of jade artifacts. It was Rongcheng's most densely clustered, largest scale, most prosperous, and most diverse district for jade goods, earning it the moniker of the Jade Capital.

By this time, the iron fan had returned to the First Elder's hands. Though unassuming, the iron fan exuded a dense aura of blood. It was pitch black, glistening under the illumination of the lights.

Alisha was the first to complete her spellcasting. However, compared to the ice wall inside the cave earlier, the color this time was far deeper. The structure grew progressively thicker as it tilted upward, and it continued to spread forward relentlessly from right in front of Alisha.

With a sharp pop, the exhaust of Li Lingfeng's Rolls-Royce puffed out a ring of smoke as it steered directly out toward the Yucai Road roundabout.

High above, the battle between the White Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor continued. Although both retained their desperate trump cards, the two of them traded blows with tremendous enthusiasm.

Linran possessed formidable abilities and extraordinary insight, and he had even become friends with the wealthiest man in town. No matter how she looked at it, she was unworthy of him in any aspect—how could things turn out like this? Therefore, she adamantly refused, yet Linran forcefully slipped it onto her anyway.

"Thank you for saving me." Wu Qingling had already broken away from Yufan's embrace, acting as if nothing had happened at all.

Speaking of which, their carriage suddenly veered to the side, turning into an adjacent fork in the road.

At that moment, the neighing of the Fierce Flame Horse drifted over from afar, causing Mo Li, who was whetting the edge of his blade, to abruptly pause his hands, his purplish-red lips trembling uncontrollably.