Chapter 90: Qiao Muting, Your Mother Is Here

Wen Lan felt a weight lift from her heart upon hearing Qiao Muting’s resolute promise.
“Good, very good. I’ll go share this wonderful news with Old Guan right away.”
“Comrade Wen Lan, please think it over again. He’s still not fit for surgery, are you really so assured…”
Li Guofa shot a fierce glare at Qiao Muting.
He still refused to give up, following Wen Lan all the way toward the VIP ward.
“Qiao Mu—”
Back when Chen Yi was in Demon City, his influence drove all the martial artists to the neighboring provinces. But after Hou Liangping parachuted into Ninghai, he displayed extraordinary strength and reshuffled the hearts of those martial artists.
It was bad enough not to show his back, but once exposed, the sight of his bloodied, mangled flesh was even more horrifying.
The old man’s care—one only needed to search Baidu to find countless stories, none alike, and even photos from his youth at Chen Yi’s age, when the leader was full of vigor. Yet as the years went by, his physique inevitably expanded.
He hadn’t seen the original film, and his heart had been somewhat uneasy. But now, it seemed the quality of this drama would be quite good—at least not inferior to the original in his previous life.
After they left, Feng Qingyao exerted great effort to help Feng Jie onto the bed, removing his soaked clothes.
As time passed, Saito’s expression grew increasingly grim; the names on the list all held key positions.
Jade Linglong still remained at the Gu mansion. Xiao Yunshu and Gu Changci returned together, while Mo Zhanhua went back to the Hou residence. Only Chu Yanqing lingered, having escorted the three, hesitated for a long time, and finally entered Drunken Fragrance Tower.
Half an hour later, the group prepared a lavish dinner for Ma Jian, and Feng Qingyao was reluctantly seated at the table.
As soon as the old lady stopped, the many maids and servants saluted at once. Even Yun Xiyan rose and softly called out, “Grandmother.”
Through soul communion, the Ice Phoenix, who had trained in the Dragon Realm and was most sensitive to space, could sense the demonic shadow lurking nearby.
Tony was speechless, glancing at Thor and at Loki, whose hands were bound and divine powers sealed.
“What do you mean by this?” The companions felt an uneasy tension at Jian Yang’s words.
After the meeting dismissed, today’s company chatter was all about Lin Keyin—the outsider parachuted into the department as manager, and in just two or three months became general manager. The staff found it all but incomprehensible.
Feng Qiqi descended from the carriage with Jun Moli, lifting her head and inhaling deeply. Even the air outside felt fresher than that of the Prince Li’s residence.
Shui Luanzi strode out gracefully, her beautiful eyes flickering, jade palm unfurled, and a blood-red, translucent pearl floated up and down in her palm.
Even Lan Wen and Hong Yan, who had always harbored great ambitions, now forgot their initial desires, thinking only of the fate of the Demon Realm and racial honor.
Boss Jin, teeth clenched, barked at the stone-cutting master. His eyes seemed ablaze, and his ferocious expression startled the master, while the interpreter quickly relayed the words.
Black Star’s pores tensed all over. At that moment, Ruleton looked up at him, restraining his beastly aura to avoid alerting the guards—it was obvious he’d come for him.
The so-called Dragon Altar is the place where the ancestral tablets of successive emperors of the Great Zhou are enshrined; it is an important site of national sacrifice. The ancestral question refers to the imperial ancestors who rest in the ancestral temple atop the Dragon Altar.
The Cao matron saw Shen Anan sobbing her heart out, crying and striking her as she wept.
For a moment, everyone fell silent again. Was a living person really going to die of holding their urine? In the end, it was the passport restrictions that hampered everyone’s movements and caused the travelers to be constrained at every turn.