Volume 1, Chapter 31: Five Minutes

"It’s fine, we should head back now!" After Feng Zhimu called out to her, he turned and returned toward the temple on his own.

Mo Xiuyuan lay on the hospital bed, watching as Lu Manman clearly articulated her innermost thoughts to him.

"...After so many years, my powers have been gradually eroded by time. Even now, staying atop this Lotus Terrace, I can only manifest a physical form by borrowing the light of the daytime sun. As for the one that appears at night..." The voice of the Solar Candle Dragon grew fainter and fainter, eventually vanishing into nothingness.

They wore hats on their heads, yet from beneath the brims, two short, pointed, and furry ears poked out.

In truth, when she brought Mo Xiuyuan to the hospital, Lin Chuchen had called her to ask why she had left home so early. She told him she had some business to attend to. She didn't specify what it was, and Lin Chuchen didn't press for details; such was the absolute trust between them.

The servant said in a troubled tone that if Young Master Mo refused to take his medicine, the First Prince would certainly be enraged, and it would be those of them who served him poorly who would pay with their lives.

Qingyi inhaled the scent of dragon incense clinging to the Emperor, her delicate brows knitting together. She pursed her lips and asked, "May this concubine assume that Your Majesty did this on purpose?" Could she interpret the joyous expression he wore while looking at those scrolls of beauties as a deliberate attempt to provoke her?

Ye Qinglan swallowed hard. She turned around stiffly, the breathtakingly beautiful face of the person behind her etched into her sight.

Winter solstice brought the cold, and in the blink of an eye, the end of the year approached. Because Liu Bei’s frontline campaigns were successful, he issued an edict for nationwide celebration, and Baidi City was filled with warmth. Chen Dao was overwhelmed with the task of resupplying the frontline army, while Zhao Shu stole moments of leisure to drink and make merry, occupying a position without fulfilling its duties.

"A parting of a thousand miles must eventually come to an end. Beyond this point, we will have left the territory of Mount Luofeng in the north, and Brother Zhang Heng and I cannot step outside our jurisdictions at will, so we must bid you farewell here." Yang Yun cupped his hands, his expression solemn.

The Empress Dowager said she had only just thought of it, and the others began to reflect as well. As they pondered along the lines the Empress Dowager had suggested, their hearts turned cold.

Young Master Jing, that Young Master Jing discovered the truth and learned everything. He actually investigated it in secret, sought out the Fourth Master, and now intends to find Miss Ye—this is going to blow things wide open.

"You say all this? This is what it boils down to?" Old Madam Ji was displeased upon hearing the inquiry. It would be a miracle if she were happy; Nanny Zhang's answer was worse than not answering at all.

The scenery was pleasant, the air redolent with the fragrance of flowers, quiet and elegant—indeed, a perfect place for recuperation. With his hands behind his back, he surveyed the surroundings before slowly walking toward the inner courtyard.

Clad in a black brocade robe with seductive mandalas embroidered on the collar and lapels, he wore a hollowed-out jade belt adorned with golden-threaded green bamboo. On his feet were black brocade boots, and his three thousand strands of red hair were braided and secured with cold-iron clasps. He wore a black veil, and his long, narrow peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a strange, indescribable luster.

The Yihe Gang is certainly finished now; by tomorrow, it will be history. Perhaps not even tomorrow—by tonight, it will be history.

"By the way, where are we staying tonight?" Lin Xuan thought of this question while eating and felt it was necessary to ask.

After keeping watch for so many days, Xiao Jingran was truly exhausted. He nodded and left, though still somewhat uneasy.

Lang Xingtian had great respect for the veteran policeman before him, who had climbed the ranks step by step through sheer ability. However, due to recurring old injuries in recent years and his declining health, combined with his age, he was soon to retire.

Hu Yuan, having only recently entered the demon realm, did not understand it well, but the implication of Chun Teng’s words was that no one would engage in cross-species romance: "..." Old Gu is truly miserable.

Jiang Hong felt incredibly humiliated. He had always been the one courted by others; if not for Qin Mengxue’s beauty and talent, how could he have endured this until now?

The two were wandering through the shopping mall, never expecting to be spotted by Ling Shaoxuan, who had come to inspect the premises.

Although Chun Teng had not yet acknowledged him, as the king of the demon realm and a giant panda, Panda Gu felt that the one thing he possessed in abundance was this kind of blind self-confidence.

Chun Teng also glanced back. While confirming that the panda spirit was fine, her leaves couldn't help but tremble—she was laughing.

The murderous intent was like a waterfall, causing the air to ripple violently and sweeping over in an overwhelming wave.

Sure enough, just as Old Qi said, ten armed soldiers were already waiting on horseback at the border, accompanied by an exquisite and magnificent carriage.

"Yes!" The words fell, and he bowed swiftly, moving out of the Chengming Palace door. He walked and ran at once, not daring to take a breath, fearing he would collapse at the palace entrance.

That morning, Chu Zhixin pushed all of the Scar-Faced Man’s company matters to the afternoon, choosing to stay at Mingcheng Apartments to accompany Su Liangqiu.

However, upon learning that Song Ziyi had collapsed after an accident on set, his heart truly felt as though it were being pierced... In that moment, he felt a fear he had never known before.

After a pause, that old devil, Ichiro Katayama, spoke again: "Like this: pass the order down that from this moment on, all troops and blockade lines under this brigade shall implement a strict inspection system."

We have a total of about seven hundred people left. To facilitate command for the upcoming battle, I have decided to consolidate our organization.

The newly born Calabash Brothers are surely simple-minded; they might easily fall into the Snake Spirit’s traps.

Her light eyes rippled with light, at times resembling the bright moon in the sky, at others like brilliant stars.

Fortunately, Nishang did not let him down. In these past few months, whenever anyone harbored ulterior motives, Nishang discovered and handled them in a timely manner.

"It was my lack of thoroughness." Heng Hua smiled again, and Gu Qingyan fixed his gaze on his face, his expression carrying a thought-provoking nuance.

Zhou Qian stood in the leek greenhouse, instructing the Feng brothers to loosen the soil in the fields, when he saw a chubby, pink-cheeked toddler approaching.

"If I do what the opponent wants me to do, wouldn't I be playing right into his hands?" Zhou Sen chuckled.

Seeing the light still on in the room, Zhou Sen gently pushed the door open to find Bai Yulan leaning against the headboard, fast asleep with her head tilted to the side.

Horford didn't jump or commit a foul. Although his mobility was decent, he knew very well that he lacked the weight; if he had forced a jump to defend the rim, he would likely have been dunked on and become the background of a highlight reel.