Chapter 69: The Wealthy and Magnanimous Bureau 857

A few policemen, flustered, set the bag of seafood porridge aside and began to eat hastily. At last, they could sit down and have a proper meal, but seeing Liang Zhuoqun’s troubled expression, they couldn't help but feel confused.

"What's wrong, Uncle Liang? Haven’t all the bodies been found?"

"Are you worried about the inside story getting out, about public opinion?"

Liang Zhuoqun nodded, a trace of unease in his eyes.

"This case has stirred up..."

Xuan Yuan gave a slight nod, his face devoid of emotion. It was as if his earlier question had been asked only out of courtesy, not genuine concern.

Ling Hantian did not reply, for he too was puzzled. He went over each of his steps in his mind, but his arrangement of the formation had been almost identical to that of the other experts.

She had not grabbed her own pajamas at random, but Mu Jingxu’s shirt, and she wore nothing underneath. Since there were only the two of them at home, she saw nothing amiss.

Yet she was underage, and by law, she could not sever ties with Song Guoqiang. Even if Song Guoqiang went to court, it was unlikely the court would agree.

What the Huashan Sect did not know was that, while they searched everywhere for Duan Shuiquan, he had already slipped quietly into Iron Blood Gate.

Ji Linchuan shouted sternly, "Chen Jiatang! I want to see what kind of nonsense you’re up to!" Since Molly mentioned the relationship between Jade Zither Cliff and the Burmese military, he had suspected it was no coincidence.

Recent financial news reported that the leading jade developer, Fansen Group, had seen its stock price plummet for months. Its subsidiary, Tengyuan Real Estate, was embroiled in scandal as a new housing development was exposed for indoor pollution. Residents demanded refunds and cancellations en masse.

Just as Hu Tu decided to head there, many had already guessed the destination. By then, however, that area had once again grown desolate; the castle built for Orlando now served only as a shelter against the sandstorms.

Meanwhile, in the most famous private room of Xiangfeng Restaurant on East Avenue, Lady Li could no longer hold back her tears as she watched Xuan Yuan atop his horse, posture as upright as bamboo, imposing and dignified. She turned away, pressing a handkerchief to her eyes.

And then there was the cliffside cypress—Hu Tu hadn’t dared to tamper with it, as it was only just beginning to thrive. Still, its original shape was already exquisite, resembling a bonsai even without pruning, and it looked marvelous.

At the same time, hidden guards emerged from the shadows, swords aimed at Mu Xuefu, but because the emperor was in her grasp, none dared make a rash move.

"Remember, the Yin-Yang Elder once mentioned... the other side seems to be tracking me with a demon beast." Zhou Liang frowned, murmuring to himself.

"You are... Zhou Liang? Senior Zhou?" came a delighted voice—it was Linghui from Emei Sect, who had just awakened in the tent.

Xia Tian shook his head. "What you’re doing isn’t necessarily wrong, but have you thought it through? There are two possible outcomes. One, the other side, intimidated by your influence and reputation, won’t dare harm your brother and will eventually let him go. But that will breed deep resentment against you.

"Hello, Sister Shuoying. I’m Lantian Hua, but you can just call me Tianhua." Tianhua extended her hand warmly, and Shuoying shook it in return.

Feiyan had become addicted to bullying me; this time she came on strong again. Unfortunately for her, she would leave empty-handed.

As the night deepened, her smile faded, and even her gaze turned inscrutable.

During their conversation, a shadow slipped in silently, unnoticed by all.

Shen Fei was also preparing to act, his eyes scanning the experts in the sky. Of course, not the strongest among them—he was only at the third stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and his priority was to perfect his swordsmanship.

Mu Zhaolin’s face was pale as glass, helpless and full of despair. He held his head in his hands, silent and motionless.