Chapter 62: Fang Wenxue Confesses

Liu Shifan felt uneasy inside. By rights, they couldn't possibly have any evidence. The drugged wine had already been consumed, and he carried no trace of the powder on him—what grounds did they have to accuse him of tampering with the drinks? Oh, he realized, they must be desperate, resorting to this trick in hopes of coaxing a confession from him. Hmph! Not a chance. Liu Shifan was not someone who could be easily fooled. With this thought, his mind settled.

Despite this, Lin Feng’s left arm still clung tightly to the wild deer’s neck, straddling its back, while his right hung limply over the deer’s battered head. He was utterly spent, unable to launch another attack. Witnessing this scene, the crowd gathered around him, and whether by intention or coincidence, an open space formed around Chen Xin. Thus, in the vast banquet hall, it seemed only Chen Xin and Feng Zihao remained.

At first, Nan Feng had been reluctant when the Daoist nun took his hand, but as time passed, he found himself enjoying the feeling—the nun’s hand was cool, and holding it brought comfort. Shangjia Wei answered every question openly and thoroughly, his manner as amiable as the rumors claimed, without a trace of a lord’s arrogance.

Hua Wu, dressed in a light, breezy yellow gown, no longer needed the void shroud. She smiled with innocent joy, as pure and beautiful as a chrysanthemum. In truth, it wasn’t as dire as Li Changqing had claimed; the four ropes were as thick as an arm, though the bridge’s surface was blanketed in dust and swayed in the wind, giving the impression that it might snap at any moment.

The man in gray moved like a phantom, letting the wild avatar’s formidable spatial domain pass through him without effect, wholly untouched. Though Zhang Zhizhong spoke to Dongzi in calm, measured tones, by the time he finished, Dongzi’s back was cold and drenched in sweat.

The Ritual Pupil Stone had become rare, but records show that when the White Emperor founded Changliu, he spent great effort sending people to collect them. As he spoke, he gazed through the glass toward the Imperial Leisure Center across the street. Compared to the quiet of Simeijia, the Imperial Leisure Center was far livelier, with luxury cars pulling in now and then, which only fueled his anger and discontent.

Hearing they could buy what they wanted to eat, the atmosphere—which was already pleasant—grew even warmer. When everyone agreed, Li Xiulu declared there was nothing more to discuss and urged them to hurry home and prepare.

Ge Yueying glanced at the sundial in the courtyard, set aside her work, and called Ye Qing and Zhang Shaoning to help carry a large cloth-covered chest from the back room. They didn’t stop until they reached the riverbank beside the Immortal Lord’s Town.

His narrowed gaze, surging with murderous intent, revealed the turmoil within his heart. Or rather, in his current state, he couldn’t evade the threat... Having just escaped the chaotic space, he retained only about a third of his strength.

Not to mention whether one could even see such enormous eyes—no matter the distance, none dared look directly at them. The divine light emanating from those colossal eyes forbade any direct gaze.

Shangguan Yue’er cursed furiously. Just moments ago, another realm had been devoured by a foreign plane. If nothing unexpected happened, after her graduation, this realm would fall under her jurisdiction.

As the sign for the private room dropped, another quickly emerged: one hundred and ten million. No one in the venue could compete with that price.

He considered this a stroke of fortune, a gift from the heavens. One must learn contentment, or else not only will they fail to attain their desires, but they might even lose what they already have.

Under such circumstances, Chen Guo and the rest of the Dragon Fang Special Forces were absolutely safe.

In the next moment, Qin Chao struck first, launching a fierce left hook that crashed heavily against Dou Zhanlong’s cheek.