Chapter 120: The Celestial Fox Worships the Moon

A bright moon rises above the sea; under the same vast sky, we share this moment together.

Deep within the rugged mountains, thousands of miles away under that very same starry expanse, Qin Feifei sat on a rock beside the Flower-Washing Stream, gazing up at the full moon.

If Fang Xiao were here, he certainly would not recognize this fair-skinned girl with her bright eyes and pearly teeth as the dark, thin, and gawky little girl from Huaihua village.

The girl rested her chin in her hands, her eyes unfocused, lost in her own thoughts.

"Can this Purgatory Thunder Force really contend against a Martial Emperor?" Lu Manniang asked. Though she had heard Mu Cang claim as much, she felt no certainty in her heart.

"The entire Dark Moon City is buzzing with it! Do you think I don't know? Rushing into a rage for the sake of a beauty! Overpowering the City Lord's eldest son! Winning the heart of the fair maiden! You know what I do for a living—nothing happens in Dark Moon City that escapes my notice!" Luo Xueli retorted.

In an instant, the man in the Zhongshan suit recalled the matter. Some time ago, his superiors had indeed mentioned that an "old rightist" would soon be sent down to the island.

Lei Yungong was still young, barely over thirty. In ten or eight years, he would only be in his forties.

Long Zhanyan swayed as she stumbled toward the bed, every step she took making it seem as if she were about to collapse.

Xie Meihua spoke with rhythmic cadence and deep emotion, her infectious intensity instantly stoking Liu Cuifen’s hatred.

Throughout the following year, Lei traveled constantly between various countries. This was not merely for his own business, but to act on behalf of his motherland to resolve sensitive matters—most notably, assisting in the pursuit of corrupt officials who had fled abroad and tracing their illicit gains.

"Don't worry about how I know; the point is that I know many things about you—so many that you can't even recall them all," Li Xin said, staring intently at Li Fan.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Faced with the combined assault of over seven hundred slaughterers against only a dozen or so people, Ming Wuqing and his companions could not withstand the onslaught, no matter how strong they were. Their ultimate techniques held for only a fleeting blink before being shattered by the violent death rays.

The ferry Maria departed from Shanghai, calling at Nagasaki, Kobe, and Yokohama before arriving at ports like Honolulu and San Francisco. Their final destination was Boston.

Feng Jikai could not rest easy regarding Xia Chiwan, unless she fell in love with the Seventeenth Prince, abandoned everything in the Great Zhou Kingdom, and even aborted the child in her womb.

At this moment, Mother Yun had already brought out a thin casket and presented it to Grand Princess Hongyue. The Grand Princess glanced at it indifferently before signaling for it to be given to Yang Guangbei.

Seeing his genuine look of confusion, Ye Kui finally remembered that she had seemingly neglected to tell Pei Changge about Rong Fan. After all, that matter involved the strange factor of Ye Mingyan. This had led to her current inability to find a way to bring it up to him.

"I heard that Zhao'er fainted while listening to a play at the Princess's residence the other day?" Lady He asked, suppressing her revulsion.

Bai Er seemed desperate to prove the truth of the matter, rapping his knuckles against the wall.

Su Ningrou looked up at Madam Su, her eyes misty with tears. She opened her mouth several times, yet remained unable to utter a word.

"You're talking about reality?" Xueye Weiyang grew excited. If Ye Fei could join them in reality, he would undoubtedly be an even more formidable asset than Guchen.

"This Edelson is truly an interesting man," Ye Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling every action and gesture from his meeting with Edelson.

In this game, Old Master Li had lost the initiative and was on the verge of defeat. Old Master Lin held a tight defense, refusing to let him cheat or act out of turn. The two old men were like children, blowing their beards and glaring at each other.

If she had truly done something, Tang Ning would not fear being talked about. But she had done nothing—absolutely nothing at all.