Volume One, Chapter 102: Anniversary

He spoke succinctly, explaining the reason for meeting to eat, distancing himself from any ambiguous implications, and defining the entire matter as a purely obligatory, even somewhat reluctant, act of “returning a favor.”

Finally, he clarified once again that there was only one Mrs. Bo.

Fu Yu listened in stunned silence, staring at the man before her.

Although the conversation between the two had been tinged with ambiguity, she still couldn’t be certain whether she had ever been with someone else.

Meanwhile, Lin deliberately brought out his treasured beast bone wine. Originally intended for a brotherly reunion, it was now taken out ahead of schedule.

The next day at noon, Ye Xiu walked steadily, calculating along the way, methodically navigating through layers of illusions and successfully exiting the stone formation.

“Please, please don’t kill me! I’ll give you whatever you want!” Chen Li trembled uncontrollably, disregarding the dampness below.

Outside the teleportation array in Qiyun City, a brilliant light flashed. The next moment, Su Chen and six others slowly emerged from the array.

Chen Jin noticed the two men already showing signs of rolling toward them and quickly warned the two who were still hesitant nearby.

Fat Xiang did not live much longer; his death was more straightforward. It seemed as if he suddenly grew taller, his vision expanding vastly, as if he could see higher and farther than before.

If one were to traverse the vast desert sea on foot without a mount, walking step by step at a normal human pace, it would take an impossibly long time to reach Merhan’s royal capital.

“Heh, worthy of the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Senior, Guan Yu oversees martial fortune, and now senses a shift in the mortal realm’s martial fate, hence he came to inquire,” Guan Yu said respectfully, stroking his beautiful beard and bowing.

“Your gift was no light matter; do you know the name of the elixir you gave to Qing He?” Empress Qingyuan asked with a faint smile.

The high priest remained calm, even courteous. For someone to appear in the Holy Dragon Hall like this was certainly no ordinary person.

Of course, Chu Xi was troubled as well. The Floating Splendor Sword was a superior immortal weapon, but recently it had been used for chopping wood, greatly diminishing its value.

She knew this was the hope Qin Tiange left her—the hope to survive. Weapons, steel armor, bows and crossbows, especially those four vials of body-tempering elixir, were the most precious resources, her last hope to endure the apocalypse.

Within that open wooden door, which had stood unmoved for decades, a faint breeze caused it to creak and sway precariously.

At that moment, A’Mang drew his blade and leapt forward, aiming to strike Shao Qian. Jing Xiu was too stunned to react; Shao Qian pushed Jing Xiu back a few steps, then swiftly dodged the gleaming blade.

This device cost only a few dollars to make, yet its power was immense. Once stepped on, it would explode immediately—unlike in movies where the victim can still speak before detonation.

Just as Chinese people find foreigners indistinguishable from one another, foreigners also cannot tell one East Asian apart from another.

Trapped in a pitfall set by others, she could only endure silently, unable to resist. The one who dug the pit was none other than the most honored person in the entire mansion, and even if she refused to jump, she would be forced in.

Gao Changgong also clasped his fists in salute, as he was in the process of integrating into Xiao Village. Gao’s life was tragic—born into a family filled with madmen and tyrants, in twenty-six years, Northern Qi changed emperors six times.

One day, you suddenly realize that every day on the street, the faces you meet are always the same familiar ones, day after day, year after year.

“This Nanjing... Nanjing!” The soldier from the bandit suppression army muttered a few words but could not answer Cheng Sanzhang’s question.