Chapter 125

When Xu Yun Zhuo and Pei Qiao Nian arrived in the capital, it was already three in the morning. She was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open, trailing behind Pei Qiao Nian like a ghost.

Pei Qiao Nian hadn’t rested well either after the past two days of running around; dark circles shadowed his eyes. Noticing Xu Yun Zhuo’s unsteady steps, he thought for a moment and decided to take her hand, leading her outside.

The sudden contact jolted Xu Yun Zhuo awake. She shook her hand free, but failing to do so, quickly covered her face with a mask. Although she wasn’t a top-tier celebrity, she still wanted to keep a low profile.

Zheng Chen Heng glanced at her indifferently without saying a word. Seeing her turn and head back to the bedroom, he showed no reaction. Meanwhile, Zheng Xi Chen felt a bit uneasy watching Cong Hui Fang silently leave. Something about the situation felt off.

Cong Hui Fang gave a sorrowful smile, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t comprehend what had transpired in the brief moment after her departure—what could have possibly happened to make Zheng Chen Heng so furious, Zheng Xi Chen so resistant, and yet have them, in mutual consent, tangled together in such ambiguous intimacy?

The group nodded in agreement upon hearing his words, then proceeded to the cave’s entrance, waiting for the middle-aged spiritual cultivator to ignite the smoke bomb.

Whether the servant from Tianzhu bore a lotus-like visage or a gentle smile, Cheng Zai effortlessly tossed him into another room. Li Rizhi then had someone bring A Yunna inside.

King Gustav lifted the invitation from his throne. It was a plain envelope, devoid of golden embellishments, intricate lace patterns, or gilded calligraphy—nothing that would overtly signify status. Simply, a single line of writing graced the front.

The old man’s message over the phone was straightforward: Cong Hui Fang had given birth and planned to send the child over in a few days. The Zheng family’s descendant’s full-month celebration would be hosted solely by the Zheng clan. The elder hoped he could return before then.

The head of the Leng family openly spoke of how Leng Ling Yun was found, but in truth, he was subtly explaining that the current situation was beyond his control.

In recent days, Liu Zi Lu had been organizing her thoughts. The mayor originally targeting him now held the office but was merely a figurehead.

This Lu Shu was abnormal—so much so that Chen Zu An and the others felt a creeping unease, fearing Lu Shu might suddenly unleash a devastating move that would silence them all.

Gu Xun’s face darkened as he stared at the medicinal decoction. Seeing her eagerly awaiting him to take the medicine, he could only swallow it with a mixture of anger, annoyance, and reluctance.

Her eloquence left Xu Jiao completely defenseless. What she said wasn’t without reason, but upon closer reflection, human interactions and struggles were never guided by mere “reason” alone.

Perhaps the only consolation was that their time-traveling counterparts were not strangers but their own future selves.

Closing the door, Liu Yi sat on the bed in a huff. Even though Ma Qing had already left the room, she still shot a glare at the question lingering by the doorway.

Wang Lei was drenched in sweat; the droplets on his forehead gradually merged into a single large bead, which clung briefly before tumbling down like a soybean.

Jin Cheng Zai was at a loss. Jessica was notoriously difficult to appease. Yoon Ah needed delicious food, and the youngest needed an apology—tasks Jin Cheng Zai handled with ease. But this particular individual’s demands shifted with their mood entirely.

The entire creature was covered in silver-white scales, etched with eerie and twisted patterns that instilled dread at a mere glance.

With that, Liu Yi clicked her heels and left the meeting room. As she was about to vanish around the corner, she paused briefly and glanced sideways once more at Ma Qing behind her.

“What exactly do you intend to do?” Feng Ze Ming’s tone was no longer angry; it was unusually calm. By now, he had accepted the fact that no one could outmatch You Hong.

He had already witnessed the power of the Ice Blade Slash from the Frost Giant moments before—it was undeniably formidable.