Volume One, Chapter 66: The One I Have Always Loved Is You

“A great lake spanning over a hundred miles, with villages and settlements encircling it, densely populated—if you were to remove the lake itself, the number of inhabitants and the gathering of various peoples here would rival one of the grandest cities in our Nine Provinces,” Princess Mingxi remarked at the side.

Ji Yuqian was momentarily speechless, for she was well aware of what Huo Junzhe had done—in fact, she had been his accomplice.

Ai Mu nodded, trembling, as she was enveloped by his coat. She could see nothing, only breathing in the scent unique to him, which filled her with a familiar sense of security.

I drove the Bentley that Boyin had given me, stowing the painting in the back seat, with no intention of taking it back to the apartment.

That evening, Rockefeller invited Li Mu to dinner, hoping to seek his advice on how to build a first-rate laboratory.

For Washington, the most pressing task now was to transform the Indian reservations into territories directly governed by the United States—such as Idaho, Utah, and Oklahoma. These regions were not yet under direct federal control, and for America to push its frontier toward the Arctic and Far East, there was still a process to complete.

“Trying to find an escape route is futile,” Number One said skeptically, standing in place as he watched Xianglu disappear into the shadows of a grove.

“Heh, just a passing thought. Now that Karafuto City is already under construction, when are we sending people there?” Situ Lei was merely venting. This was no longer a century ago—human understanding of the Earth far surpassed the past. At the very least, Situ Lei could clearly see the vastness of Siberia.

The moment she jumped out of the cabin, she let out nothing but a scream—the wind so strong it contorted her face. By sheer coincidence, this exact moment was captured in a photograph, and she felt she could die of embarrassment. She’d finally had a chance to jump, only for the resulting photo to be so hideous she couldn’t bear to look at herself.

“I only ask that President Leng gives me a reasonable explanation for this unlawful detention,” Lan Tao demanded, casting a glance at Lin Yazhi—who was gripping his arm in an attempt to stop him—before turning to question Leng Yifeng in a deep, serious voice.

Suibin didn’t move; he merely extended a finger and pointed. Suddenly, a spear of white bone shot out from his fingertip, instantly piercing toward the solar halo.

In this relationship, he lingered in the most inconspicuous corner; all the poignant scenes of sorrow and farewell had nothing to do with him.

“I’m still alive. No matter what happened before, as long as I live, that’s enough,” I said. It was utterly quiet all around. Bai Zhi and I faced each other in the autumn wind, which brushed past my ears. It seemed as if there were faint, nearly inaudible voices rising and falling—gentle as breathing.

“Heh, Yiluo, you’ve got it backwards. You saved my second brother, which makes you a benefactor to our Merfolk tribe. Why thank me instead?” Jiaoning replied with her usual cheerful grin.

Shen Miaoqing traveled to Fanzhou to bury Dalina’s ashes beside her mother. She then returned to the Lin family’s ancestral home, only to find the once-abandoned estate now being redeveloped. She wanted to buy the property and went to inquire with the local property management.

The beauty was startled by his intense gaze, unsure how to respond. Before she could act, Xiao Jinqing’s body slumped, and he fell into a deep sleep in her arms.

“Is this place merely mirroring the layout of the restaurant downstairs, or is it, in fact, the very same restaurant?” Yiluo asked in confusion, staring at the scene before him.

Meizi Yan lowered her head in silence, secretly anxious. If Mu Cheng ever discovered that Mu Yu’s current suffering was because of the trick she’d played with that glass of wine earlier, she’d surely be thrown into the lotus pond without hesitation.

Madam Ning and Madam Shen shared a close bond. In the past, Madam Shen had cared for her in many ways; now, given the opportunity, she was naturally eager to return the favor.

If the Human Realm were to attack the Demon Realm, the mortals would be oblivious to the existence of both the Celestial and Demon worlds and would not join the fray. The Celestial Realm, however, considered maintaining the balance of the three realms its duty, and would certainly assist the Demon Realm in attacking the Merfolk. Thus, the Merfolk would have to face both the Celestial and Demon realms, and would inevitably be outmatched.

It was already nine o’clock in the evening. Except for the glow beneath the street lamps, the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

Tang Duwu sat in a chair, eyes narrowed, watching Lu Yuan’s distant silhouette in silence for a long time.

It wasn’t that others were unwilling to retrieve those storage pouches, but rather that the place was perilous in the extreme. Only Meng Sheng dared attempt it.

“I don’t think it’s a business rival, nor would it be the Zhang family. Doing so would be digging their own graves,” Tang Silong rose to offer his opinion.

In desperation, Li Lin struck Yuan Shu hard on the back of the head. Yuan Shu’s vision went black and he collapsed.

Just as the blade was about to sever Qin Feng’s head, he suddenly awoke. With a sweep of his hand, his dagger knocked away the Xi Long blade.

Dozens of figures in black ceremonial robes bustled in and out. Under the direction of several leader-like individuals, they arranged the various ritual items in their designated places.

For a time, everyone present wore an expression of despair. Even though Nascent Soul cultivators continued to reinforce the seal, the situation was grim.

Yet to go to his uncle’s mansion to investigate—such a notion was preposterous. Yuan Shu’s mind raced, weighing the advantages and disadvantages.

Pei Lingxi merely listened quietly, watching the radiant smile upon Ji Yesi’s face, feeling a twinge of envy in her heart.

The underlying motive was convoluted, yet simple in essence. Members of the Green Gang would not allow the Hongmen brothers even a moment to think—blades would fall in an instant.

“What do you represent?” “We represent China!” Though these words were all too familiar to those present, they were enough to boost the soldiers’ morale.

“This?” Xia Yan and Xia Sheng exchanged a glance, but did not refuse. The strength Zhuang Jian had displayed was simply too overwhelming.

In an instant, Revolver froze. At the same time, Wang Feng sprang up with a somersault, raising his gun to aim at Revolver.

As night deepened, the streets grew emptier and emptier. In the distance, only the shadows of Tu Shu and Fu Qiang still moved within the alley. Considering the late hour, they’d chosen a quieter, more secluded shortcut.