Chapter 28: The Lover

Chen Su chuckled, "Then who is suitable for me? You?"

Qu Bonan’s gaze faltered.

Chen Su pushed away the hand Qu Bonan had gripping him and glanced pointedly at Shen Zhiwei outside the door. "Brother, Miss Shen is still here. Don't leave her in an awkward position."

"I have other matters to attend to. I’ll be leaving now."

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It was black, made of a fabric impossible to identify, and the style was a strange, front-buttoning design that did not conform to traditional Ming Dynasty attire. However, just as Ma Su'er had guessed, these people might truly be immortals, demons, or ghosts; otherwise, why would even their clothing be so different?

He not only hurled insults but also spat on these Koreans who had suddenly barged into the room, struggling and resisting. The Koreans did not seem to understand his Shandong dialect, so after several futile attempts at intimidation, they began to beat and berate him.

Cang Jianyi, a cultivator of humble origins who had chosen the arduous path of the sword, knew all too well the tremendous attraction a third-tier spirit vein held for him.

Xiao Cheng naturally would not let such a good opportunity slip by. Outside of their regular duties, he hired these individuals to lecture at various academies, cultivating more outstanding talent for the Tianxin Legion.

Ding San inwardly cried out that things were going poorly; he could hardly bear to watch anymore. By all rights, Left-eyed Blind’s sharp blade should have pierced the center of Xia Chen’s brow by now, with blood spraying everywhere and Xia Chen instantly killed.

Lacking in learning and skill, yet so extravagant and greedy—even with all their wealth, the Situ family could not withstand such parasites. If these people grew up and associated with others looking to latch onto the Situ family, they would find ways to hollow out the family’s foundation. The consequences were unimaginable.

Sun Wukong and the others also realized that for such an important matter, renowned immortals should have descended to oversee the situation, yet not a single powerful deity was to be seen.

The Demon Transformation Sect, having conspired with the Demon Clan to murder the Master of the Eastern Fourth Level, knew they could no longer remain in the Immortal Tower Realm, and thus made the decision to relocate their sect.

Shang Jingxing felt deeply moved; one had to understand that Lu Qingmei was the type of person who would "discuss" matters with someone for an hour over a mere ten spirit stones.

However, upon closer reflection, it felt a bit strange. Zong Bo surely held an official rank, and not a low one at that. Why was the unruly Zhu Jing so respectful toward him, yet the worldly-wise Chen Bing seemed not to care at all?

They had not walked far when Bing Yue saw a senior brother dressed in the cyan robes of a steward turning the corner ahead with several disciples. Ding Qingwu promptly introduced him to Bing Yue, noting that the man in the lead was Yan Shi, the outer sect steward of the Pill Peak that Bing Yue was looking for.

I didn't expect to find a peer who appreciated this eccentric director just as much as I did. I felt a sense of closeness with An Qi.

Ji Shenqian played a vampire hunter disguised as an ordinary person. It was rumored that the vampires in this ancient castle loved beautiful things, so the Vampire Hunter Association had sent him, intending for him to seize an opportunity to kill the vampires.

Du Lei pointed at Lin Han, speaking repeatedly, a glimmer of triumph in his eyes. His arrogant look seemed to say, "I can even talk to Elder Xiao, isn't that impressive?"

Wearing the clothes she had bought yesterday at Hongshang, Ye Wuyue had expected Jin Xin not to recognize her, but she hadn't expected him to identify her just by her silhouette. She turned her head and smiled brightly.

The chess piece fell. Upon hearing the sound, the one old man and two youths were instantly jolted; whatever they had just been asking about was cast from their minds. The three of them, with six eyes, stared together at the stone chessboard, their gazes swirling with the colors of black and white.

At this moment, Lin Han gave the order to head toward Lin Yi’s palace. Today, he felt physically and mentally unwell, exhausted and sallow-faced. He feared a major illness was coming on, but although the cause remained undiscovered, Lin Han did not seem to care.