Chapter 61: Scent in the Air

Cao Mang called Deng Xiaojiao. Before he could say a word, the other side spoke lazily, “You’re wanting to ask about Xiao Se’s identity, aren’t you?” It was always easier dealing with clever people. Cao Mang gave a quiet assent. “I’ll send you his information,” Deng Xiaojiao said, and the call ended. Soon after, his phone received Xiao Se’s profile.

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“Weiyin.” Baili Shaoxuan was already in the room, his expression anxious, calling out Feng Weiyin’s name over and over. His thoughts spun as he continued to twirl and leap, each movement of hand and foot exuding allure. He caught He Yiyang’s gaze, and it stirred something in He Yiyang’s heart as well.

Moreover, she couldn’t understand why, but after hearing about Luoyao’s situation, her emotions reacted with particular intensity, as if the incident had happened to her, striking her with a deep sense of empathy.

Shian Court belonged to the second household. In the courtyard, several wintersweet trees grew. It wasn’t the season for their blooms, so only green leaves adorned the branches, with no flowers in sight.

Yet, his gaze was far too fervent, which displeased her. So, when she caught him looking again, she returned his stare, smiling slightly as she asked him.

Moments later, as his incantation ended, a tremendous explosion erupted from a collapsed ruin within North Spirit Sect, and from beneath the rubble, a colossal black shadow, over ten yards tall, leapt out.

Chu Xingyue pieced together from Zhao Ling’s hints how he had learned about the child’s existence.

Meng Jue’s inn meeting left both of them impressed. They exchanged addresses, finding their initial impressions very favorable, and agreed to deepen their acquaintance.

“So, you ended up glaring at her,” Mu Yunze remarked, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness. He sighed inexplicably, as if uncertain what more to say.

Man Xinghuo kept his distance from the child; even if he could approach, he didn’t want to, for the unease swirling in his heart wouldn’t let him. It lingered, refusing to dissipate.

Su Luoyun felt an intense sense of foreboding. The moment she saw the black center where demonic energy converged, it was as if her heart stopped beating. She seemed… afraid. No, she must stay calm, not be overwhelmed by this feeling.

“Come, come, come! We haven’t talked about that mysterious strong man from earlier. Let’s get back to business!” Li Yan quickly interjected, hoping to put a pause to the ongoing conflict between the two.

Since Gu Nianchen didn’t value the affection she had dreamed of attaining, then let him lose it.

Lu Liye’s smoky eyes, deep with meaning, glanced at her. He said nothing more, opened the car door, and strode out.

Only when she saw her own eyes open did the great bird finally stop transmitting the warm current that filled her with strength.

The rain grew heavier, pounding on the roof beams with a sharp, crackling sound. The sky above was vast and endless, the rain threads without boundary. Perhaps this is the last sound I’ll hear before leaving this world—harsh, yet beautiful.

“Sister Qingyi, I’ve just picked some rose dew tea. Shall I brew a cup for you to try?” Heze asked with a gentle smile.

Her words made Xiangxiang feel that her presence had changed Qi Hui’s life. She said she didn’t want to become Qi Hui’s ambition, nor hinder his path.

I can picture Xiao Shaofeng in a fit of rage, but for some reason, I don’t feel sad.

Yu Xin was surprised by Zhen Tuo’s sudden visit, but considering the long journey, he couldn’t very well refuse to see him. Besides, the Zhen family had treated him well. Back when he was weak and went to Bohai seeking talents, the Zhen family never slighted him. Now that he had achieved success, he felt embarrassed to put on airs before them.

“Nonsense! The only imposters are the main household. Our fourth house is the legitimate branch. You’re just a concubine; what right do you have to question the authenticity of our fourth house?” Qiao Jinwen shouted hysterically.