Chapter Ninety-Seven: Sympathy

After Yanxuan read the message, he stood up and walked over to the man who had just slipped him a business card, gently tapping on the other’s laptop. “Hey, buddy.”

The man looked up impatiently, but his expression instantly brightened when he saw Yanxuan. “Hello, how can I help you?”

“Does what you said earlier still count?” Yanxuan asked directly, making no attempt to lower his voice...

After hanging up the phone, Yi Le stormed into his sister’s room with a dark expression. Having helped her before, he knew exactly where to look, and quickly found the drawer in the wardrobe where her underwear and cotton panties were kept.

The captain of the knights stamped his foot hard. As a knight, he could not utter profanities, or he would surely have cursed a blue streak.

The Great Cycle’s Flame was an application of the fire element, channeling its power through sword techniques to unleash its full might.

Wenqi anxiously called out into the depths of his consciousness, but within his mind all was turmoil, and the dream-inducing serpent that had slithered in was now nowhere to be found. Startled, he wondered, “Have I been tricked?” But as his gaze fell on the bronze staff, he saw a crimson halo appear at the curved tip.

Su Jiu murmured, “These people really cling on like a disease that won’t let go. We’ve only just shaken off the people from the Spiritual Refining Sect, and now the Master of the Ten Thousand Puppets Sect has come knocking. Truly troublesome.” Of course, Su Jiu had no idea that this time, not only had the Master of the Ten Thousand Puppets Sect arrived, but also the leader of the Spiritual Refining Sect himself.

Picking up the phone by the bedside, he found, as expected, another diary entry dated yesterday. In addition to this, there was the very first entry left behind by Sanye. It was from this diary that he deduced he was not dreaming, but had actually swapped bodies with Sanye.

“Very well, Master, please follow me,” Elder Sun replied, and the two of them left the main hall together, heading for the place where the Grand Elder was recuperating. After they left, the other elders resumed their earlier discussions.

Yang Su flung the soup bowl by the bedside, narrowly missing Yang Xuangan, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“My friends, our Blood Sect is determined to obtain this Heavenly Blood Grass. I hope you will show some leniency,” Xue Qing said, surveying the tense standoff.

“All right, issue the orders immediately. The whole army is to rest for three days, then make a forced march to the Eastern Prefecture to provide reinforcements.” The troops had already been on a long, exhausting campaign, so it was imperative they rest first.

“If you’re not willing, that’s fine. Here are two golden elixirs. One can help your dragon beast recover, and the other will restore your own depleted energy,” the old man said with a gentle smile.

“Haitao, just wait for me in the car. It’s too hot outside. Why did you get out?” Ye Shiqin’s cheeks were flushed—whether from the heat or from shyness, it was hard to tell. Her gentle tone was soothing, and as she spoke, she took a tissue and reached up to wipe his face.

“Ziyan, do you enjoy quietly watching the small moments of the night?” A trace of tenderness flickered across Shangguan Lengyi’s usually cold face, as if he had walked this road a thousand times.

The thread starter briefly described Yun Tianxue’s position, role, and plot in the show, before finally mentioning her performance.

“Fine, since Brother Wang is driving, I’ll ride with him. We can chat on the road.” Xu Zheng laughed heartily, made no objections, and waved as he pulled Wang Haitao along outside.

“What’s different?” Wang Lei asked blankly, knowing that Li Shuangmu’s excitement meant he had discovered talent.

“Tell him you did it for his own good. Tell him you didn’t take Chu Jing’s money. You only did it because you love him.” When it comes to love, perhaps the bystander always sees most clearly.

After several days of Hui Niang’s attentive care, the wounds on the man in bed had already scabbed over, but he still showed no sign of waking. This made the ever-worrying Hui Niang even more anxious.