Chapter 88: Who Bullies Whom

Xing Jue went to her grandmother’s courtyard. Her grandmother was seated in the center. Si Yao stood behind her. On the sofa opposite sat Wen Sui, quietly sobbing. Xing Jue pulled over a stool and sat down. “What happened?”

“Wen Sui is pregnant,” Si Yao replied coolly.

Having witnessed Visel’s ugly side, the once spirited group fell silent for a moment. “No, I’m too exhausted from training and just want to rest!” He Wu hurriedly declined, cupping his hands to the three before quickly running off to the side.

“It won’t take more than a minute!” Liu Fangfei glanced at the people in the hall and answered confidently.

Zhao Ru, ever attentive, naturally noticed the gleam in Zhou Ming’s eyes after her words. She thought, “You troublesome man! Now you should finally be at ease!” At this thought, a trace of holy pride flickered across her flushed cheeks.

He Wu nodded and withdrew his spirit beast, but Dong Yun continued sobbing on the ground. The supervisor came over to check on her, but as soon as his hand touched Dong Yun’s shoulder, she shrieked in terror, clearly traumatized, like a startled bird.

Now that he was decently covered, Zhou Ming began retrieving things from the water: Yuzhen’s swim cap, bikini, flip-flops, and so on, placing them by the shore one by one.

He wondered how Elder Wu was doing—had she stayed inside the forbidden grounds or already left? If, as Elder Ruhua said, she remained within, would he encounter her again? If he revealed his identity, would she spare him once more?

The Emperor of the Capital nodded slightly, turned to look at the Candle Dragon, and then cast his gaze toward the Jade Emperor, who was also watching.

He Wu boldly speculated. At that moment, many people went up to greet Elder Wen, the white-browed one, while others tried to talk to the armored man. The armored man, however, barely responded, merely hoisting his massive hammer and scanning the surroundings as if searching for someone. The disciples trailing behind them all appeared haughty and self-assured.

Both of them found it odd. Bai Su furrowed her brow. “Such a huge pit… it must be…” She raised her head, trying to determine their location.

Seeing this method succeed, one by one, the Vacant Venerables surfaced, including Naomi’s.

Jiang Han had been right: Su Huaiying’s feelings were far purer, deeper, more passionate, and steadfast than hers. That kind of reckless love made Jiang Han feel inferior by comparison.

After being kidnapped by Hua Ruiqi and nearly losing his life, not to mention his StarNet shop being poached, he hadn’t set foot outside the city’s defense unit. He’d rather stay in the main camp, living the life of a stay-at-home dad.

Ever since Guimu entered deep meditation, the wooden door to her room had remained shut. Only the sound of the harsh wind and hurried activity outside could be heard.

“Thank you, Master Nan. Since I have been here for a long while, I will take my leave. Please take care of yourself.” The middle-aged man bowed slightly to the pale-faced man before exiting the humble hall.

A caravan’s rumble approached. Leng Rongrong turned to look, still dressed in the pajamas she’d worn out that morning. There were stains of blood on her nightwear, the red patches blooming like flowers.

Qiao Ling’er nodded and began recounting everything that had happened to Xue Ren.

That kick had broken three of his ribs, one of which punctured his lung, making it difficult even to breathe.

But no one expected that the Longevity Fruit would be destroyed in the chaos of battle. What was even more frustrating was that nobody knew who had destroyed it.