Volume One, Chapter 60: A Conversation

Lu Yun was about to continue interrogating the two men from the Western Regions when suddenly a guard hurried over.

“Sir, Salim requests an audience!”

Lu Yun frowned. Salim’s visit at this moment was unlikely to be simple.

The soldiers quickly followed him, running toward the palace gates. Upon reaching the entrance, Huang Dongxuan stopped once again and fiercely swung his sword at the gate several times. Before long, he hacked off a plank from the door.

He was like a wolf long pent up, biting roughly at her soft lips, tender as cake, then plunging into a deep kiss that left her nearly breathless.

Yin Niang’s expression was complex, fear lurking deep in her eyes. But Mo Qingyu, holding the child, had already walked far ahead. Yin Niang could only follow quietly, her steps light.

Gu Fang was exceptionally thorough. Witnesses and evidence had all been gathered, and somehow she even persuaded Liu Chunhua to testify for Yu Qing, which surprised Yu Qing greatly.

Yet the instant they made contact, his complexion changed sharply, though the mask concealed this from others.

“Grandfather, wait! He tricked you. Tiger liver is free; we can give it to you without charge,” Zi Feng, sitting beside the Purple Emperor, hurried to the elder’s side and said.

“I think the matter isn't so simple. There’s still much information to collect. When there’s time, tell me more about Xuanyuan Peak, alright?” Chen Yuan suddenly remarked.

Hearing Liu Jingfeng’s attitude, the tense atmosphere in the meeting finally began to ease.

Tian Ya looked as if she had been through the execution grounds, listless and drained. She now truly understood what it meant to be worse off than dead.

The Wang family clearly hadn’t expected Yu Qing to know Aunt Wang. Happily agreeing, they resolved that upon returning, Aunt Wang would no longer be a discarded concubine but a lucky star, treated with great respect—though that was a story for another time.

Yi Chen was certain that on the second and third floors, in those partitioned rooms, people were still whispering, though they were unaware of it.

He abandoned his usual casual swagger and donned a black suit, formal and imposing, exuding an aura that sent chills down the spine.

“So I need to keep wearing these sunglasses all the time?” Zheng Jieming asked quietly. Zheng Zhilan said nothing.

Leng Manyan’s sudden remark left him dumbfounded; he couldn’t grasp the meaning behind her words.

Wan Xing explained that the other two columns represented latitude and longitude. When mapped onto the Sea Capital’s map, all these points corresponded to banks.

Qiao Yan tilted her head slightly; Yuchi Hong turned his face just so. Their faces were close—so close, their posture and movements suggested Yuchi Hong was pressing Qiao Yan beneath him, with ill intent.

Previously, Lu Minghao had come, and Song Tianhe too, but no matter how they coaxed or coaxed, the child wouldn’t call out, only shouting “uncle” at Yun Ruogu and Yun Ruoqi.

The midnight air was cool and damp. Fang Nan held Xue’er tightly; time passed unnoticed, and even his clothes grew damp. Looking down, he found Xue’er asleep in his arms.

After much hesitation, watching Fang Nan’s body swell gradually, Xiao Mengxin finally resolved and slowly approached the bed.

Any man witnessing such a scene would inevitably be lost in thought, imagining the splendor of this place before the zombie outbreak—a vivid contrast to the usual indulgences of nightlife.

Through the glass walls of the exhibition hall, the zombies wandering the street noticed humans and began violently banging against the glass. The pounding echoed loudly, and if this continued, the zombies would soon break through.

“It feels like there’s a barrier in front of my fist, preventing me from striking down. No matter how hard I try, I can’t break through this obstacle,” Wang Jin explained his sensation before being asked to return to his seat. His presence was no longer required here.