Chapter 79: Tired of It

Manman had cried for quite some time, causing a commotion long after Xie Zhiyun had left. When Lu Qingqing returned, she was still weeping, unable to stop.

“No more tears,” Lu Qingqing said, reaching out to wipe the tears from Manman's face.

“Mother, hold me,” Manman stretched her arms out toward Lu Qingqing.

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Fortunately, though Yale Sen had perished, Jack remained. Cursing as they drank, they prepared to fire upon Duanwu and the others in an attempt to rescue their boss.

Mu Nanqing’s eyes sparkled. She had once managed to sneak a fine jar of wine from Xiao Chenjiu’s courtyard, but sadly, there had only been that one.

The school was outfitted with many surveillance cameras, but Zhou Ning clearly knew where each was installed, how to avoid them, and even how to use them to his advantage.

That was why Wei Qilang, having developed feelings for Dong Ru and unable to part from her, felt compelled to resign from his official post. He wished to care for her properly, to spare her the hardships of following him.

He took the porcelain from the young man with utmost care, examining its surface attentively. The patterns were clear, unmarred by any smudging. Running his fingers lightly across it, he found it smooth and pleasantly warm.

Back on the formidable mountain, Le Xing had met someone who risked his life to protect Jiang Siya. The guard before him wore the exact same clothes.

Mu Nanqing, not the least bit self-conscious, silently lifted the ornate curtain, taking in the customs and scenery along the way.

Jiang Siya did not quite understand why, but he knew every suggestion Le Xing made was for the protection of the Jiang kingdom, so he followed them without hesitation.

They weren’t entirely old-fashioned; if fortune really smiled on them, they could settle their affairs by the year’s end—two blessings in one.

Fang Bai’s speech seemed almost magical, stirring many who heard it. In such a setting, it was nearly as persuasive as brainwashing.

The Li family’s child had been dragged by his mother to the village chief’s house, where he stood at the door, thrashing about with a broom, demanding an explanation. The chief tried and failed to intervene.

“Really? Let’s hope so.” Peng Yan managed a strained smile, though it was tinged with bitterness.

“What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously, wondering if she had said something amiss.

As expected, the Phantom had fallen for the trap. He noticed that every ten minutes, the patrol circled to the front of the house, leaving the back unguarded. He would slip in then, kill Liu Yifeng, and slip out without a trace—the perfect assassination.

Within the halo, the texture and color of rippling water gradually emerged. As the ripples spread, the crystal’s pale violet light grew, and Lilu transformed into an ancient beast identical to the Nightmare Kirin statue—a true Nightmare Kirin.

Next, Yisan prepared to explore the so-called secret realm—a place without allegiance, fraught with danger.

She looked up, surprised to see the stern profile of his face, then quickly dropped her gaze, cheeks flushed.

Unlike the so-called cleansing practices, this technique seemed to put all the impurities within Su Fan’s body to use.

“Guardian? Does this place even need guarding? Who would come to such a forsaken place?” Yisan shook his head in confusion. Many, like him, might come seeking treasure, but since the secret realm had yet to open, it was clear the threat was from someone else.

“Eh? Oh…” She gently wrapped her arms around his, feeling the solid strength beneath.

In all the world, they were not weak. Only Lichen could truly uphold the title of Luofu Sword Immortal, yet even the disciples of Luofu doubted that Lichen possessed the power of a sect master.