Chapter 63 Zhang Ji

Within the Ziyang Sect, the only person capable of forcibly ordering an elder around was none other than the sect's venerable ancestor. Just as Shi Lin shifted his gaze toward the Grand Ancestor, the latter gave a slight nod in response.

Upon seeing the driver's appearance, the graceful figure furrowed her delicate brows, but immediately broke into a smile. "Driver, brother, it's so late and my brother is gravely ill. Could you please be so kind as to drive us there?" she pleaded with a charming expression.

Hearing this, the police officer glanced at Zhao Long and then at his identification card. "Alright, everything is fine. You may pass." With that, the officer handed the ID back to Zhao Long.

Although Zhao Jingdong's explanation seemed a bit far-fetched, Nie Yongqing did not press any further. Instead, he lowered his head in deep thought, pondering the underlying meaning of Zhao Jingdong's words. After a moment of reflection, he indeed found some logic in them, and a sense of lingering fear began to creep into his heart.

"Alright, you brothers should stop bickering. What time is it now? Sui'er, hurry up and pack your bags. If we drag this out, just in case His Majesty changes his mind, none of us will be able to leave the palace." Noble Consort Shu hastily put an end to the verbal sparring.

Faced with the lieutenant colonel's reprimand, everyone present felt a guilty conscience. Even someone as sharp-tongued as Xiao Yunjie was left tongue-tied for a moment, completely at a loss for how to respond.

Zhou Ruijie was a police officer. Though her heart was filled with curiosity, her position as an officer of the law made her status somewhat different from that of ordinary people. As for such recreational and entertainment venues—regardless of whether they were proper or not—they hardly seemed suitable for someone of her standing to casually wander into.

Single-handedly, and having only just broken through to the Dao Sovereign realm, he had charged straight into the enemy's stronghold and achieved such results. This could only be described as defying the heavens. Of course, the price for this defiance was that Fang Chen himself perished in that battle, dying together with the enemy's Dao Sovereign powerhouse.

"Qianzhu!" Yunluo cried out in heart-rending grief, and had she not been held back by Huofeng, she would have recklessly charged into the Pagoda-Locking Demon Tower.

A fortress meticulously designed by himself, one that even the most rigorously trained special forces operatives could not breach, was indeed a matter of pride. Yet, facing this young man before him—one who could neither be outwitted nor easily defeated by brute force, and who simply chose to wait directly outside his front door at dawn—Ma Kui could not manage a smile.

Qi, as a substance, permeated the mountains and fields, yet it was not easily claimed by anyone—even if it chanced upon a suitable host and rapidly transformed it to become more welcoming for habitation, it remained thoroughly restless. The moment you responded to it, it would readily generate an impulse to dart away.

During his past life's college entrance exams, nobody had ever informed Zhao Zi-jian about such behind-the-scenes arrangements. He had no idea that before submitting his college applications, it was actually possible to sit down and negotiate terms with admissions officers from universities.

Jingru felt a bit embarrassed. Regardless of whether Zeyun genuinely agreed or was speaking with sarcasm, Jingru only realized after she finished speaking that she had sounded far too earnest. It completely deviated from her usual casual, unserious style of never speaking her true thoughts in front of strangers.

In previous years, they would invite some distant cousins over, and this year was much the same. By this time, most of the other elders had passed away, leaving only couples belonging to generations similar to Old Master Chu and Chu Zhixian to come over and share a simple home-cooked meal.

Bai Yuxiao felt a stirring of inexplicable sympathy for Lin Wan'er. She had originally entered the imperial palace through a political marriage, only to later lose her chastity to another man. Now, she probably didn't even know whose child she was carrying—truly a pitiful state.

"It's nothing. Just let her make a fuss over here," Zhuang Yuxian said with a look of disdain.

With Qi Lan's assistance, Jia Daishan apprehended Zhao Qian and Concubine He, both of whom had disguised themselves and been brought back to the Rongguo Estate by Lady Wang.

"Didn't go out to take any orders today?" Qi Wei took a sip of wine and asked Jingru, maintaining his almost imperceptible smile.

In truth, during the first couple of years after their marriage, although lacking in fiery passion, Liao Junqing had lived his life earnestly. He treated her with polite courtesy and was entirely conventional both in and out of bed. Upon serious reflection, it seemed it wasn't really that Liao Junqing couldn't let go of his first love, but rather that she herself couldn't let go of a certain desire.

What did this mean? How had he managed to find out her situation so clearly? Zhenzhen must have sold her out.

Shila's eyes shone brightly. She was one of the very few people who had ever witnessed such an expression on Nicholas, an honor that even her two brothers had never received. The reason Shila never entertained any ambitions for the Beast Emperor's throne, aside from her innate filial piety, had a great deal to do with having witnessed Nicholas's true imperial majesty.

"I have a question: Grand Mage Dulard, may I ask why this pit is so enormous, yet there is no excavated dirt to be seen anywhere around it? As everyone knows, when digging a pit, there is always dirt piled up along the edges!" the meticulous Youya immediately raised this doubt.

Furthermore, the Orkin race had been driven out of the central region of Oslo by humans ten thousand years ago. Whose homeland do you claim this is?! This was what Barto was secretly sneering in his heart.

Could it be that among the coalition forces of the human empire, there truly existed a reclusive expert capable of defeating the Sea God Morris and the powerhouses of the Sea Clan?

"Who are you..." Closing the compartment door and shutting out the murmurs from inside, Xiao Han and Haiyan walked across the connector between two carriages, brushed past a few smokers hiding there, and located their seats.

Zheng Lun settled all matters properly before respectfully inviting the two princes to return to the South China Sea with him. To call it an invitation was a misnomer; in truth, Yin Jiao and his companion had nowhere else to go besides the South China Sea.

"The beastly races value strength above all else, so such occurrences are entirely understandable," the receptionist explained earnestly.

If he didn't escape now, he might as well wait for Muenfat to chop him into mincemeat later! Once that meteor dropped, the Behemoth Legion would consider themselves extremely lucky if only fifty thousand of them died. Muenfat going berserk was practically a certainty.

Li Song raised his eyes once again, gazing toward the distant battlefield of Zhuxian Town between the Song and the Jin dynasties. There lay a knot—a knot shared by everyone on Xuanmu Island who had hopes of achieving sagehood.

"Heh, it's nothing. I just usually pay more attention to physical exercise," Chen Bao replied casually.

"This..." Speaking of this matter, Li Shaofan also felt a severe headache. If he were to distribute his favors equally among them all, it might prove somewhat difficult. Yet, having done what needed to be done, whether their failure to conceive was related to him in any way was something he simply did not know.

Looking at the smear of crimson on the sheets, Lu Fan couldn't help but reproach himself internally, thinking he had been too rough earlier and must have hurt Lin Xiaoxiao.

When I was in Hebei Circuit, I heard that the Prince of Jin implemented thunderous strategies against lawless merchants and local ruffians in Dandong, resulting in a Dandong characterized by excellent order and flourishing prosperity!