136 Drawing the Line

Li Zhiming and his companions embarked on their journey home, hearts heavy and minds clouded with suspicion. Being treated like a mere pawn without understanding the bigger picture was an unsettling experience. In truth, most of the issues stemmed from Ma Laosan’s own camp. He was the only one capable of keeping his unruly subordinates in check; they were accustomed to lawlessness and defiance. While they followed internal gang rules when dealing with their own, they refused to cooperate with outsiders. Since the other side was equally unwilling to submit, friction and conflict were inevitable.

As the pale light of dawn began to bleed into red and the clouds on the horizon were rimmed with gold, the frigid night retreated, making way for a sun that would soon scorch the desert sands.

"General Yan," Ge Xiyong asked, "may I ask where you received this information?" General Yan was the most powerful figure in Yougu City. His name was Yan Miansheng, and as the godson of a prominent member of the Eastern Clan, he had secured his military rank. His tone was always three parts polite and seven parts biting.

"I’ve lost interest in that as well, which is why I’ve returned. Since Brother Situ is in the mood for a drink, let’s go—my treat!" Tang Yuan agreed.

Ziwei was indeed cautious; to be safe, she stepped outside to take the call, acting quite mysterious.

The journey was long and the reward meager, so most disciples were unwilling to take the task, which was why it had remained idle for so long.

Indeed, the earthquake was on the surface, and Brother Huo had warned that if the root cause wasn't resolved within fifteen minutes of his completion, the world would face destruction.

What Qin Yang wanted to understand most was why the "trap" he had impulsively destroyed earlier hadn't triggered any reaction.

Only after the officials had dispersed from the city gates did Zhao Wuyou appear. She pulled back the carriage curtain, watching the dust billowing in the distance. She dared not ascend the city walls, fearing that any sign of hesitation at such a critical moment might reveal the truth.

His heart struggled as he pondered. He picked up a bottle from the sofa, twisted it open, and took several long, heavy gulps.

"In your dreams. While you may have no malice toward me now, even if I was rude to you today, I will come to apologize in person once I’ve cleared everything up after we get out. But for now? Not a chance," I retorted.

The first person he thought of was his junior brother, as it was only after leaving him that Yue Yan had changed so drastically.

Wang Qiang was still worried about what sinister plans the Demon Spirit might be hatching, unaware that it had already been terrified out of its wits by the aura of the divine beast within him. Had he looked into the Demon Spirit’s eyes, he would have seen it gazing at him with what it considered the most submissive expression possible.

Arthur turned hurriedly, shielding himself with his greatsword as bullets pinged into the air. He instantly spotted a patch of grass and hurled his sword toward it. Seeing the blade flying toward him, Xuan Chen rolled continuously to the side, barely saving his own skin.

Later, some felt Pei Xiuqi looked familiar, and others recognized him as Pei Xiuqi himself.

A soft cough broke the awkward silence. Lu Bu raised an eyebrow and looked toward the nearby bushes. Seeing Miyamoto Musashi’s gaze fixed there as well, he couldn't help but recall something.

In truth, that tea wasn't meant to soothe the throat; it was clearly provided because the King of the Northern Frontier was infuriated by his pampered, headstrong Princess, and the tea was intended to help him cool his temper before he did damage to his health.

"Brother, don't be so arrogant next time, or you’ll end up getting hurt," he whispered in his ear.

With the fans controlling the narrative and Fu Mingshan’s deliberate maneuvering, practically no one dared to claim that Yan Yiyi lacked acting skills anymore.

At this point, Kennis should have begun praising the Third Prince’s deeds and virtues to prove that he was the candidate recognized by the gods, worthy of becoming King.

Han Ge was momentarily stunned. After checking online, he found that Fang Ruoxing’s concert was in the Imperial Capital, but Lin Ziyou was definitely in Huacheng.

After days of deliberation, Xie Lian decided to draft a memorial to the Chongzhen Emperor in Zhang Chu’s name, just in case it might work. Zhang Chu was satisfied with the draft, signed his name, and had it sent off.

Luo Yangxing didn’t overthink it; he believed that since Zhang Chu knew them and had previously gifted them plenty of silver, they had some semblance of a relationship. Pleading with him might just offer a glimmer of hope.

When he tried on the "Principal’s Exclusive Super Perspective Glasses," he was utterly bewildered.

Seeing Li Duozuo leading his troops in a charge, Gaer Gongren knew the situation was beyond saving. If he didn't seize this chance to break out, his ambitions of conquest would vanish, and he would lose his life here as well.

The rebel offensive, vast as an ocean, was torn open by the charge of these mere nineteen riders.

He had expected the journey to the mountain range to take five days, but they arrived on the afternoon of the third day.

As for why he wanted to move Digan to a new club, it was because Digan wanted to self-destruct, and Raiola wouldn't have it. In his view, Liverpool had no future.

The four seas of wind, water, and fire shimmered with mysterious light, forming an ethereal, misty sword-realm that slashed through the void.

"I returned intending to grant you amnesty and lift the seal, yet you chose to seek your own deaths," Qin Wentian said coldly. A chill had gripped his heart when he heard their words; had he arrived even a moment later, the consequences might have been unimaginable, and he would have been filled with regret.

"I once had the fortune to observe many powers of the Heavenly Heart, and because I sought to create a World Heart with an advantage in combat, I spent a century in contemplation to derive it," Qin Wentian replied.

Compared to Shan Lengqiu standing below, the two were simply incomparable; Shan Lengqiu was not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as Qin Wentian.

The Almighty Atom, previously in a state of strange equilibrium, began to fuse with Ai Meiying’s consciousness. "Is this the Gold Level?" She marveled at her hands, which glowed with a silver-white light. This body had completely surpassed her previous Silver Level frame made of mechanical cells.

Having failed to gain any advantage after a round of skirmishing, Ashina Moriu found the banquet tedious and, after a few perfunctory remarks, ended the evening citing exhaustion.