Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Promise

Before the gates of the Secretariat, Zhang Zhixi bowed his head in salute: "Your humble servant respectfully bids the Eldest Princess farewell."

Ning Yunshu departed slowly with a faint smile on her face. Glancing sideways at the man by the gate, the smile at the corners of her lips became impossible to suppress.

A crate of high-explosive grenades possessed a power no less than heavy bombs. Due to the varying impact forces, they detonated at different intervals; many were blown into the air before exploding, turning the Li family’s training grounds into a scene filled with the smoke and fire of constant blasts.

Ouyang Suwen twisted the handkerchief in her hands, secretly thinking: Could it be that choosing Consort Li was a mistake?

Only the second one seemed to have the eldest brother—no, Ming Potian—at heart. Perhaps she would be a wife who could truly be good to him.

Ming Potian could only force a smile at her; though her image blurred in his eyes, she remained as beautiful as ever! Was this perhaps his final memory of her?

Having served the young master for so long, she had seen him rolling in the grass, rescued him from the jungle covered in blood, and watched him build fires in the woodshed—how could he possibly be a germaphobe?

Yet, at this moment, Hatu was already so furious that he failed to notice the slip in Zhuoya’s words.

"Shopkeeper, I have paid the silver. I trust you will not withhold the goods. I shall leave an address, and you can simply have them delivered later!" Bai Mujin smiled kindly at the shopkeeper, unwilling to continue the commotion here lest she attract unnecessary trouble.

Just then, the door was pushed open again. Cai Yan, Gu Qingyan, Pan Qinqin, and Qin Ruoshui each carried a thermal food container, while Wang Lei and Qin Chao followed behind carrying bags of fruit.

Across the cliff, Haotian had already sat down on a large boulder, his gaze cold and heavy as he watched the two of them in silence.

Bai Mujin glanced at Mu Xinping, who had remained silent from beginning to end, standing by like a wooden statue, neither moving nor speaking, her head bowed as if burdened by heavy thoughts.

After two months, Wuyou had forcibly sent Leo back to the Naga tribe, promising him with a firm pat on the chest that they would meet at the Special Magic Academy, before hurriedly setting off for home again.

Wan Zuozhu stared fixedly at Wang Qiang, his intuition telling him that something monumentally terrible was about to happen.

Shen Boru retreated rapidly, his hands moving with blinding speed to weave a series of incantations. As the power of the seals flowed through his fingers, a massive golden shield materialized about ten feet in front of him, fueled by the relentless barrage of his spellcraft.

Shi Tou frowned, just about to speak, when he saw a white blur rush toward him. It dove into his arms without a second thought, clinging to his waist like a koala, its voice muffled but filled with boundless joy.

Ma Yuan rarely lost his temper, but as his face darkened, the Black Cat fell silent; she knew that this time, Ma Yuan was truly angry.

"He is indeed Kome, merely using a Soul Pact to take this form. Why would the Dragon Clan wish to see me?" With a simple explanation of Kome's identity, Wuyou frowned in confusion and asked.

Feihu changed into a security uniform, tucked his cap under his arm, and entered the elevator. As he reached the 28th floor, he couldn't help but recall that night—thrilling and passionate. That Ye Wei was truly daring enough to urinate in the office.

"Second Brother, I want to kill him!" Cang Tian looked at the smiling Wang Qiang and gritted his teeth.

Esdeath had originally intended to torment the guard further, but she felt a sense of disappointment that the fellow had turned out to be so useless.

These six brothers-in-arms, having emerged from the penal colonies, had a very important mission today: to visit Wan Zuozhu’s mother, who was also a mother to them all.