Chapter 134 Sparring

Inside the Water Curtain Cave, the atmosphere was lively and bustling.

Grey-furred apes moved in a continuous stream, serving platters of fresh fruits onto the stone table.

In addition to a wide variety of fruits, the Great Ape King also had the grey apes bring out jars of aged hundred-flower wine stored deep within the cavern.

This was to warmly entertain their guest, Fang Xiao.

Accompanying them was the old white-haired ape.

The Great Ape King nibbled on a couple of fruits, took a sip of the fruit wine, and suddenly frowned as he said, "Eating these things day in and day out—"

Ye Tang took the ingredients out of the bag and placed them into the sink to wash. For some reason, his previous words suddenly popped into her head. It was not the remark about underestimating someone's intelligence.

Returning home, Xu Yajun walked into the kitchen to help Qiu Yan prep the vegetables. As they unhurriedly prepared the meal, they chatted about anything and everything under the sun.

Kang Ning dared to speak of it because the news was entirely certain. However, Song Jing had not seen any leaks on Weibo either, which clearly meant she had acquired firsthand information.

Had Qiu Yan not been so deeply familiar with Xu Yajun, she could never have identified the male lead without seeing his face. She felt as though a bucket of icy water had been dumped over her head, chilling her body and soul to the bone. She clicked on the video of Yan Xier’s interview, desperate to uncover the truth. In the video, Yan Xier conversed smoothly and eloquently with the host.

Cheng Mo glanced sideways at Jing Yan, who raised an eyebrow in response, wearing a smug expression that seemed to say, "Look, didn't I tell you? Even worse than mine."

Gao Fei wanted to say something upon hearing this, but lacking his front teeth, his speech was severely lisping and indistinct.

Pang Simo, seated at the very end, first wore a look of utter confusion upon catching his gaze, and then pointed with sudden realization at a red gift box on a distant table. "Mr. Wang, that is a gift I prepared for you, just a small token of my appreciation," he said, offering a polite smile.

The three brothers, plus a psychologist named Kang who had been temporarily summoned, sat around the table sharing drinks.

In just a fraction of a second, he was struck by the uncanny illusion that he was not speaking to Ye Tang, but to Cheng Mo! Good heavens?! These two clearly possessed diametrically opposed personalities; how could such a spine-chilling coincidence be possible?

Bai Zhi closed the door tightly the moment she stepped inside. Nan羌, noticing Bai Zhi's air of mystery as she sat on the soft couch, felt a slight flush on her cheeks as a gulp of potent liquor went straight to her head.

She frowned slightly. Eldest Miss Li had only just arrived in the capital; if there was anything to discuss, she could simply have sent a servant. Why bother writing a letter?

Ying Fusu also dispatched military officials from the agricultural reclamation corps to completely replace the local garrison troops and county militia.

More importantly, when things that had long been buried deep in one's heart, things one never wished others to discover, were suddenly pointed out with such pinpoint accuracy, it naturally threw her into a panic.

The emperor intended to dispatch officials for an undercover tour to investigate the disaster relief efforts regarding the floods in Jiangnan, and local officials had already received wind of the news from the capital.

Everyone knew Jiuyiu, the senior sister of the Changyue Sect, as a person who strictly adhered to duty and followed the rules to the letter. Most people viewed her as diligent, responsible, and perhaps even somewhat rigid.

The water ghost stared at this scene in astonishment, still too dazed by the celebratory and joyful atmosphere of the banquet to fully process what was happening.

Everyone crowded around them, eagerly inquiring about the exact sum of yesterday's grand prize.

Against all expectations, Wang Yangming was not resting at the storefront. The back hall flickered with an eerie green radiance, likely probing the residual soul of a corpse to enter the memory world of the deceased in search of secrets.

Besides, Xir was already suspicious of her ill intentions; how could she possibly afford to leave him any grounds for criticism?

The patrol squad passed by just a few dozen meters away, remaining entirely oblivious to the human figure lurking in the shadows.

Qin Guan, sitting in the front row, truly experienced the full impact of an American-style live music concert.

It was not until late at night, when the streets of the Qifeng District were nearly deserted, that Gui Chan led his squad back toward the branch academy. To his credit, he was quite conscientious in this regard.

When everyone turned on their televisions, they were inundated with advertisements for L'Oréal's various lines of whitening cosmetics, while a novel concept was naturally introduced right before the eyes of Chinese male compatriots.