Chapter 105: Qiao Zhengshan Arrives

The three of them turned at the sound, seeing Uncle Gu and a soldier approaching.

“Uncle Gu… Dad, why are you together?” When Qiao Mouting addressed the two men, his tone was distinctly different. After so many years of not uttering that word, suddenly being required to say it made him feel as if none of the parts of his mouth would cooperate. “Dad”—such a sentimental word, awkward to say, and even stranger to hear.

Nothing in the house had changed, not even the furnishings; even after the news of He Ruozhi’s death, his family had left his room exactly as it was, not clearing out a thing. Every day, He Mo cleaned her son’s room, hoping for his return one day.

The Emperor did indeed keep his promise, arranging for Mu Peilan and Bai Chou to meet. Seeing her lover so utterly changed, Bai Chou was heartbroken, yet still insisted on being with Mu Peilan.

As for other rules, though they rarely manifested with Huang Xiang, the effect he brought was obvious: this fellow was slowly breaking all conventions. His offense and defense left every All-Star player in tears, making him a maverick who refused to play by the rules.

At that moment, Qin Yi’s ten fingers danced rapidly, sending dozens of chains of divine order slashing through the air, agile as if alive. Feng Li tried to shatter them, but they all evaded him. The divine chains twisted their paths, swirling closer, seeking to bind Feng Li.

As she wrote, a lock of hair slipped down, obscuring her eyes. She casually pushed it behind her ear, then smoothed another strand from her shoulder, unintentionally revealing a delicate patch of skin at her nape, which the window’s light made appear as flawless as snow.

He Ruozhi shuddered—these Four Sacred Envoys were the most revered figures in the Celestial Star Domain. Take Long Zhan, whom he had once faced: he was a superlative warrior, his martial skills bordering on the divine.

“Come on, Sister Rong’s signature dishes are ready!” Chen Xinni called out as she placed Su Rong’s creations on the table.

“All right, I won’t tease you anymore. I’ll tell you once I’ve made up my mind… At least your name is Pingzi, not Pingzhi…” Bai Fuling withdrew her hand as she spoke.

“It seems the secrets of the cultivation world are far deeper than they appear on the surface,” Wang Xian thought to himself.

The immense power refined from within, the countless energies of his intrinsic world—some of it was used to form a second-world avatar, while the rest was infused into the seed of his intrinsic world, tempering and strengthening it.

“Minister, did you know? This time there’s an exchange student from the Ice Emperor! It’s our school’s turn!” Akaya Kirihara continued to excitedly share the news he’d heard.

The evening’s meal was fish caught by Yin Zixuan, which Chef Xu prepared as braised fish, fish balls, and fish soup. Having been in the Prince Xuan’s residence for so long, they were used to eating perch and mandarin fish; it was rare to have carp or grass carp.

Although he’d long known that his precious son had intense feelings and longing for his younger sister, his reaction still caught him completely off guard.

On the plains outside the Finanze Canyon, tens of thousands of knights formed a line, facing Finanze. Below the city, an endless sea of skeletons was arrayed in formation, resembling an ancient battlefield.

Shangguan Wan’er listened gravely as Li Zhen finished his report. The true secret of Linzhi Temple was not the treasure trove of gold and weapons in its underground chamber, but this very secret passage.

Li Quan felt a sense of relief. No wonder his brother had knocked for so long without anyone answering—she had already left, though she ought to have said something to him.

The waiter hurried over to clean up, apologizing repeatedly. Only Feng Guang knew that the broken cup was certainly not due to poor quality.

Your Majesty, please do not show mercy. You must punish me severely. Otherwise, even if you pardon me, I will have no face left to live in this world. Even if you don’t hold it against me and let me leave the palace, who knows when, out among the people, I might be beaten to death.