24 In the Mood for Love

Xie Changshu had made specific inquiries yesterday while gathering intelligence on Changqing Street, which led her to bring Officer Xie straight here today.

"You're lying; you're just a police officer," Bai Letian mumbled, his eyes unfocused and his speech slurred.

It had been too long. Thinking of his Xing'er enduring such physical depletion for over a decade, Zhuang Rui felt a sudden, sharp pang of distress.

Ning Jiayu sat at the very edge of the stage, one leg dangling over the side while the other was tucked up on the platform. Bored, he swayed his head back and forth, whistling softly.

Yan Kai’s complexion returned to normal, though it remained deathly pale. His breathing grew heavy, and within moments, signs of consciousness began to stir.

"Welcome to Moonflower Island, my dearest Professor Wind-Whisper," Thomson said, extending his right hand with a wide, welcoming smile.

Lu Lingying led Ye Xun and Ning Jiayu to the seat she had occupied at the internet café the previous night. Then, catching Ye Xun off guard, she slipped away.

If they let the Yellow Turban Army raise the drawbridge, let alone seizing the city gate, they wouldn't even be able to cross the moat.

She understood exactly what Lin Feng was saying, yet her heart remained frantic with urgency. Just as she was spiraling into anxiety, Lin Feng’s face lit up with joy; after some deliberation, he had finally pinpointed the crux of the problem.

These places still lingered in Li Jing’s memory, but where there were once dozens of islands, now there were none. The air above where the islands had been was thick with a pungent, lingering scent of scorched earth that had yet to dissipate.

Another night passed, and a new day dawned. On the highest peak of the Sword Sect, the spiritual energy was thin, but the primordial energy was incredibly dense. Blasted by the celestial gale, which brought in various exotic energies and the true essence of the sun, training here—if one could manage to stand—was worth a month of cultivation down below.

The old man tried to refuse repeatedly, but under Leng Tian’s persistent persuasion, he tremblingly sat cross-legged. Following Leng Tian’s instructions, he cleared his mind and calmed his spirit. Han Yuanshan’s true energy was remarkably thick and pure, the vortex of his energy having condensed into a liquid state.

The youth’s voice drifted over, faint and echoing within the body, impossible to trace to any single source.

Old Xing had only made an appearance to show his face and provide support before slipping out the back door with Mo Yiyi. Dai Shu had performed a single song before quietly departing as well, though Lin Feng did not mind in the slightest.

However, there is a saying about "planting a willow in an unintended place." He hadn't been looking for Liu Qi—or rather, he had relegated that task to a secondary goal—yet, without paying much attention, he had stumbled right upon him.

"No problem." Mo Chou had never wanted to run the club anyway; he had only come to HZ to keep his sister company. With such a good opportunity presented, he certainly wasn't going to run back to the club.

An Nianchu had only one feeling: she had been played! That jerk Qiao Chu—but forget it. Even if he was a jerk, he hadn't done anything truly malicious, and he was kind enough not to drag her home.

"Great, only nineteen more to go!" Huang Tianjun, who had followed a step behind, exclaimed with excitement upon hearing Liu Yu’s words.

The only difference lay in the intensity of the color. The gemstone in the ring he held clearly possessed a much deeper hue, and the gray mist within was far more viscous. It was evident that the power contained within this gem was much more abundant than that of the token Ye Li had possessed in the past.

Pacing the room in agitation, Xia Jinxiu suddenly noticed a silence from the other side. A glance revealed Xia Tian looking down at his light-brain.

Although the national strength of Ji Han had significantly increased, far outstripping Eastern Wu, it still lagged behind the Jin Dynasty in terms of foundation. In this war that wagered the fate of the nation, to secure a favorable outcome, every ounce of national power had to be fully mobilized.

Master Du’s expression turned cold, a sharp gleam flashing in his aged eyes. He flicked his finger, and a slender arc of electricity shot from his fingertip.

Qiu Xuan turned to smile at Rong Yue. "Let me show you my new martial technique," he said with a wink. Rong Yue burst into a giggle, her heart instantly feeling much lighter.

As they walked in that direction, Chu Yun and Li Hu were cautious, as no one knew what might happen within this fog formation.

This wedding was destined to be unprecedented. As the groom, Qiu Xuan became the talk of the town.

Boni felt a chill run from head to toe under the cold, murderous glare of Qiu Xuan. Looking into Qiu Xuan’s eyes, he did not doubt for a second that Qiu Xuan would do exactly as he said. He remained deathly silent, listening to Qiu Xuan’s demands and obeying them one by one.

As more and more players reached level 30, the harbor became bustling, filled with players busy with their quests.

Seeing that Qing’s expression remained grave, Beirut knew he could no longer keep the truth hidden, so he began to explain.

The eight professional teams had been determined and would compete in Kyoto to decide the champion and runner-up of the Chinese division, who would then advance to the final Four-Region Tour Challenge of the DSS World Championships.

Ming Xia stood up from the dining table, carried the fruit to the sofa, and beckoned for Shen Linxi and the others to bring over the desserts and drinks. She then lounged lazily on the chaise longue and sighed, "Well, after traveling around abroad, I’ve finally realized that foreign men have nothing to do with me."

Hearing Tang An’s summons, Li Yuan hurried over, his heart tightening. He knelt abruptly, feeling a sense of unease; they were nearly at the Imperial Capital, and he couldn't fathom what could have happened to make Tang An’s expression so grim.

If the turmoil in the officialdom resulted in visible casualties, then the actions of the Jinyiwei, the Eastern Depot, and the Western Depot were a purge of the dark world. One province, one stronghold at a time—a path of systematic cleansing.