Chapter 68: Mr. Ying, You Must Return to the Mountain First

"This humble daoist... descended the mountain around noon three days ago."

Song Changying gave his answer after some deep thought, then cupped his chin with one hand to carefully recall the situation when he first arrived at the papermaking workshop.

"At that time, the workshop didn't seem to have this much ghostly aura, and there wasn't the slightest trace of demonic energy in the air. It was just that the master and the workers were indeed in quite poor condition—many of them were severely depleted of vital energy and blood, looking almost as if they were possessed by evil spirits."

"As for those four who tangled with this humble daoist at that time—"

Upon entering the room, one could immediately smell a refreshing and soothing fragrance. Coupled with the sound of the zither lingering in the air, it instantly brought a sense of physical and mental delight.

The video paused here for the moment, and Nuonuo opened a new one. This was the latest video provided by the Intelligence Department, even shorter than the previous three-minute clip, lasting a mere dozen or so seconds.

Those individuals, just like Yao Yuankun, were all dressed in plain clothes, and their identification documents happened to be with their attendants. Having long been accustomed to acting overbearing and arrogant, they got into an argument after just a few discordant words.

The auction was still ongoing. Halfway through, Xia Haoran made a few more bids, securing a few decent herbs and a piece of ore, after which he made no further moves. Meanwhile, Ye Shanhe, sitting beside him, had not placed a single bid from beginning to end, sitting there with an air of complete composure.

The buttons of the red cheongsam were terribly difficult to undo, and there were so many of them. Su Yinzheng fumbled for a long time, still struggling with the third button. Although he repeatedly told himself to remain patient, seeing Qiao Song in his arms stirred an inexplicable restlessness deep within him.

It turned out that after the successive blows just now, Lucifer had lost all sensation in his knee joints. This was also beyond Xiang Ye's expectation. With a fierce leap, he lunged forward and wrestled Lucifer to the ground once again.

Wang Renwu had joined the revolution two years earlier than Ning Ruifeng. He was a veteran Party member from the era of the First National Congress, as well as Ning Ruifeng's sponsor for joining the Party, and could be considered his mentor. Ning Ruifeng had once gone to the Soviet Union for a brief period of study, and his sponsor for that trip had also been Wang Renwu.

"Your Majesty..." Before the Emperor could finish speaking, Mu Qingqing gently patted the Emperor's chest and burst into loud sobs.

Carried like that for a distance, his stomach felt thoroughly uncomfortable, but compared to the pain of those years, what did this minor ache amount to?

As soon as he entered the door, Mo Yichen found that Zhong Qing was acting abnormal, but he simply waited to see what kind of mischief she was up to this time.

He stared at me intently for a long time, so fixedly that I even began to feel a bit embarrassed. I unconsciously lowered my head and gave a slight cough to signal my awareness of his loss of decorum. Yet it was quite clear that he was entirely oblivious to his own lack of propriety—or rather, he didn't feel he was being improper at all, continuing to stare at me with that unblinking gaze.

Turning around, Li Yang's face darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as a flash of inscrutable light crossed them.

"Denying it will only add a crime to your offenses. Starting today, to prove your innocence, your phone number must be blocked, your WeChat and Weibo must be unfollowed, and QQ as well—blocked. Can you do that?" Xu Junlin wore the expression of someone determined to settle the matter once and for all today.

"Stop worrying about the children's affairs. If they haven't said anything, it means everything is fine. Just eat your meal!" Mo Dongting believed his son was not someone who would act recklessly.

Seeing his expression, Muxia silently lowered her eyelids. In truth, she knew how willful she had been, running off like that and causing him worry. She had originally wanted to let him rest, but in the end, he hadn't gotten a proper rest at all.

His subordinates all knew that Gu Ruoyu was not a man given to hesitation and indecision. His reaction was precisely because he valued emotional ties too deeply. It seemed they would have to find another angle to approach the matter.

"Oh my! Oppa, I just got back from Korea, my feet have barely touched the ground, and I haven't even had time to take in the atmosphere of my hometown. Is it really appropriate for you to put me straight to work? Besides, isn't there another guy way more valuable than me just idling around?" As she spoke, she shot a glare at Yan Si.

In learning, there is precedence in time; in arts and professions, there is specialized mastery. In any trade, those who achieve mastery are teachers. This principle remains unchanged through the ages.

Old Xiao had been concentrating all his efforts on clearing away the vicious insects just a moment ago and had not yet had the time to digest the information acquired from the crystal of consciousness.