Chapter 89: Did You Miss Me?

Gu Shenshen pressed her lips together, her expression somewhere between a smile and not, yet she did not refute anything Fu Lin had said. Her tacit acceptance, so similar to silent agreement, still pierced Fu Lin like a blade. After all, a woman’s view of love changes profoundly with maturity.

“If I start trying now, do I still have a chance?” he asked.

Leaning back in her chair, Gu Shenshen replied, “Well then…”

At that moment, Saffron Gale was brimming with excitement, ready to reveal to me the secrets of my past identity. I listened intently, only for the world around us to suddenly dim before he could even begin his tale.

Were it not for the enemies who attacked ahead of schedule while they were wholly unprepared, she would never have allowed her entire clan to perish in the Valley of Sky Crossing. The horrors of that day had long cast a shadow in her heart, one she could not dispel even after so many years.

The lingering notes faded away, vanishing at last. Ding Jingxi stepped outside, the voices from within growing faint and indistinct as he moved farther away.

The blue-robed steward, whose face had been alight with anticipation for vengeance, turned pale at the sight of Liu Yi. Sensing the aura emanating from Liu Yi, with its faintly sky-piercing power, he grew even more unsettled.

“Who is it?” After a long silence, Yuan Hong finally seemed to recover his senses and spoke, his voice chilling and cold as though summoned from the depths of hell.

“Not only do I know him, this guy was my classmate in high school!” You Jian replied offhandedly, showing no concern. It seemed he truly did know this man called the King of Cold Sorrow.

In the end, it was the leaders of the Eight Great Sects who, each bringing their own sect’s elites, managed to subdue and seal him away after paying a terrible price.

Yes, it was Qi Yu. Just as Nan Ye Xingyue arrived, she saw Qi Yu astride the black panther, gripping its neck with one hand, his expression calm and untroubled.

Meanwhile, within the Nine Heavens Punishment Seal in Liu Yi’s sea of consciousness, records instantly appeared. In a flash, over seven hundred and fifty good deeds were tallied.

You Jian also wished to repay others in kind, but one icy glance from Rou Xue chilled him to the bone. He realized at once that this was not someone to provoke. It was best to keep his mouth shut and say nothing more.

I could not defend myself, nor could I find a way to do so. Daoist Xu told me before he died: even if the world believes you are a demon lord, the most evil of all, as long as your actions are true to your conscience, that is enough.

Today was not busy; there was almost nothing to do. I organized some documents and took a look at previous projects. I noticed the Leng Group had an exceptionally high workload this month. I wondered how their sales numbers looked—if only I could see the sales department’s report.

The last sliver of sunlight lingered as Old Madam Shen hurried in, sweat streaming down her face. She carried in bedding, one bundle after another. Li Danruo, not daring to waste another moment, stuffed the bedding into each cell in haste, then quickly left with Old Madam Shen and Yao Huang. The matron in charge of the cells had already scolded them several times, her face dark as thunder.

“Qingniang, look.” Scholar Wu pressed Qingniang into an old chair, pulled a silk pouch from his breast, set it before her after clearing away her bowl and chopsticks, and gestured for her to open it.

While Ye Tian and his companions observed the men on the five luxurious yachts ahead, those on the opposite yacht were also watching them in return.

He muttered to himself, another smile playing at his lips, oblivious to the fact that someone was quietly pushing open the door.

At the same time, Wang Kai manipulated several stones, sending them flying to block the king from the attacks of the segmented limbs and tentacles behind him. This creature certainly had many ways of attacking. Perhaps only a magical being like the six-armed naga could match it; ordinary humans with only two hands were no match, unless they managed to dodge.

As soon as Lu Haotian received Meng Yu’s call, he hurried home. By then, Su Yingmei was already feeling unwell and had gone to bed.