Chapter Thirty-Two: Will My Son Return?

Upon hearing Old Third Du’s explanation, the netizens felt a sense of relief.

"I guess, perhaps, maybe, it’s probably not wrong for him to do this, is it? It’s just having a drink; that’s understandable."

"I share the same sentiment as the person above. After all, with such a major incident occurring, if he didn't drown his sorrows in alcohol, how else is he supposed to go on living?"

"Wait, are you all fools? Their family is in such a miserable state, yet they actually have such fine wine to drink."

"Heh, I wrote a few poems in the past and picked one that was easy to memorize," Li Jinpeng said with a smile.

"Ahem, settle down, everyone. I will now outline the specific operational arrangements. Remember, this plan must be executed swiftly and it must succeed. If anyone fails to do so, prepare to face my wrath." The Blood Emperor’s voice was not loud, but it carried immense authority, and the council hall instantly fell silent.

"Your Majesty, if you continue to tease this humble concubine, I shall have no choice but to die to prove my sincerity..." Yan Yunshan rose, intending to leave, but was held back by Li Ying.

However, on the very next day, just as everyone believed things would proceed smoothly, reality shattered their hearts like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.

"That’s it! General Qin is in the Qingqi Kingdom right now. He arrived the day we went looking for him. He wasn't there to visit some friend; the friend he was looking for must be the Princess Consort." Xiao Lang analyzed calmly. If that was the case, the man he saw today was likely Qin Jian.

Inside the gallery of human models in the City of Unjust Deaths, the Queen Mother of the West remained crouched on the ground, her eyes tightly shut, silently reciting supreme Taoist incantations, yet her expression remained calm.

"It’s true. I often come here to fetch water and then go to the corridor to wash vegetables..." the man in black confirmed.

One hundred and eighty thousand?! Good grief, Yang Youhe really knows how to make money... But why would he add that clause? It’s as if he’s trying to prevent us from taking the house back. So, he had made up his mind to live here from the very beginning.

Xuanxuan saw Jia Yan at their usual spot, but Jia Yan’s complexion was terrible, and she had grown much, much thinner.

"Um, I’m full. I’m going to rest now. I’m so tired after working all day." With that, Ouyang Jing didn’t wait for them to respond and hurried into her room.

"Of course we can! Let’s go! We’ll find a place with beautiful scenery to camp tonight." After saying this, Li Hong picked up Mixia and flew out of the cave, with Mingyue and Qiu'er quickly following behind.

Qin Qiong and Luo Shixin were both struck with terror, as they had not stood up on their own; they had been lifted by Xu Qian’s external force from a distance. Such martial arts were simply inconceivable.

Against the backdrop of the Primordial Era, where the Lich War had left both the Witch and Demon tribes battered and exhausted, the Demon faction under Shen Gui’s command had become the most powerful force in the land.

The moment Tiger Girl vanished, Fuxi pressed both hands downward. A clear, resonant twang echoed across the heavens. Although it lacked the deafening roar produced by the clash between the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Eastern King, it possessed a far greater penetrating power.

The residents, merchants, and even some low-ranking nobles gathered there pointed at Count Redmalla and cursed loudly. Had the Emperor not issued an order prohibiting the use of stones and rotten vegetables, the Count likely wouldn't have survived until the execution.

It’s one thing to have such strong defense, but to set up a formation that is purely defensive? Are you a turtle?

Although he didn't have any particular feelings for Falante, he felt awkward actually going through with it.

Chen Tianhao paused. Damn it, he really was sent by Fang Zhaotian to deal with me. But it seems this Liang Zhenzhen didn't actually follow the Fang family’s orders; she just sparred with me, which is nothing more than a routine exchange between martial artists. It’s nothing worth mentioning.

After Cang Yuan left, Chang Ning remained standing there motionless. This time, it wasn't that she didn't want to move, but that her feet truly could not. In that moment, she experienced what numbness was. She had no sensation and could not make any movement. Her legs felt as if they were useless.