Chapter 22: Rumors and Gossip

By the time Hua Changxi finished helping out at the warehouse and returned to the Sixth Bureau, it was already past nine in the evening. Everyone in the dormitory had already returned.

They were not yet asleep and were chatting, but the moment Hua Changxi entered, the room felt as if a pause button had been pressed. Silence fell instantly, only for the conversation to resume a short while later. Throughout the ordeal, not a single person greeted her. Such blatant isolation naturally made Hua Changxi feel uncomfortable, though she...

Although this nameless mountain peak was some distance away from Qingtian Peak, Qin Mo could still clearly see what was happening on the opposite summit.

Su Weiran lay on her bed in the bedroom, checked the time, and realized it was indeed very late. She couldn't help but sit up straight, leaning against the headboard, feeling uneasy.

Makarov nodded thoughtfully, and the two finally ended their rather unfriendly conversation in a friendly atmosphere.

Su Weiran and Mo Shilin had taken a cable car and left first. Just looking at the two figures—one in a navy blue ski suit and the other in white—was enough to make one feel resentful. How could Yan Chuxi possibly endure not being able to reach the advanced ski slopes?

After the time it takes to brew two pots of tea, a guard led Dongfang Ji into the courtyard entrance. As he approached, Zhao Xi'an hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully to Dongfang Ji.

Everyone knew this was Fu Yan's residence, but it was never a place where one could simply come and go as they pleased.

"I am merely doing my duty, Minister, to assist His Majesty in securing his great cause," Dongfang Ji said, his tone one of absolute certainty.

He had never spoken such gentle words to anyone, let alone apologized. A man as high and mighty as Fu Yan—how could he ever say sorry to someone else?

Yan Yifei lifted his leg and chased toward the elevator. He didn't even care that the wound on his abdomen had torn open and was slowly bleeding.

Rushing out of the haunted house in one breath, Long Xiaoyun finally let out a sigh of relief as the long-lost sunlight touched her face. The feeling of beating up zombies was truly satisfying.

The crowd chattered incessantly. Si Hong caught a hint of mortal worldliness in their voices; it seemed even the Immortal Realm could not escape the seven emotions and six desires. He had expected Hu Lai to continue pushing for the eighth step, but instead, Hu Lai smiled, shook his head, and slowly walked down from the seventh step.

Cilang felt quite annoyed by this, but it was clear that stopping Lin Mu was no longer an option.

Driven by the colossal bone ship, the terrifying, jet-black scythe glinted with a demonic, chilling light as it slammed fiercely against the defensive canopy.

After hearing Yi Luo's explanation, Jiao Tu couldn't help but reveal a smile. With someone helping from the shadows, their escape plan would proceed much more smoothly.

As for the rest, whether it was side quest one, two, or even three, he remained firmly in control, waiting comfortably for them to be completed.

In previous years, those who could finish the Path to Heaven in the first tier were essentially the families of Xu, Luo, Zhao, and Ge taking turns holding the crown. It was rare to see all four families present at once today.

Facing him, these people were always held back, unable to unleash their full strength.

Shen Miaoqing spoke. Zhu Rongjin found himself unable to resist this stubborn girl; he wanted to teach her a lesson, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"You two, check if they bought tickets!" Luo An ignored the eight blond-haired men and shouted loudly at the security guards.

Xiao Yanan looked at Jiucai with pleasant surprise. Such lyrics were meaningful to those who listened; anyone with similar experiences would naturally project themselves into the song.

Solan immediately glanced at her palm, feeling a bit strange. There seemed to be signs of injury between her four fingers, but the wound healed in the blink of an eye. Since that was the case, Solan ignored it and turned his gaze instead toward the weakling of a puppeteer.

Barely five minutes ago, the words she had casually spoken to Soso were still lingering in her ears. Nina’s lips curled into a smile, and a noticeable flush rose on her olive skin; there was no telling exactly what she was thinking about.