Chapter 58: Misunderstanding

Gu Sheng froze, her body stiffening as she closed her eyes by sheer reflex. Subconsciously, she reached out to press against He Wenzhou's shoulders, while a string of frantic, nonsensical ravings blurted straight from her mouth: "I was wrong, I wouldn't dare do it again, please spare me," and other such gibberish.

Her begging was extraordinarily swift.
She was practically on the verge of kneeling before him.

It was utterly ludicrous, yet it caused the dark, gloomy expression on He Wenzhou's face to develop a few cracks.

...

An elderly man dressed in gray pursued the questioning. He was no ordinary person; while being a member of the Ding family, he also served as the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Finance for the Great Tang Empire, keeping a tight grip on the empire's purse strings.

"Don't even think about it!" Shen Qiu had not heard what Elder Zhao said inside, but she figured it couldn't possibly be anything pleasant, and she flatly rejected Young Master Hang's proposal to discuss the matter.

As she spoke, Shen Qiu was collecting tickets and handing out drinks. Amidst her busy movements, noticing that Gao Jingsong looked somewhat sullen and upset, she remembered she still had a conscience after all and handed him a bottle of orange juice.

By now, the crowd could no longer spare a single thought for the fruit trees growing out of the skeletons and skulls. Every single one of them was trembling like leaves in a winnowing basket, their eyes splitting wide with terror.

To be honest, she truly could not perceive anything remarkable about Lin Xuan, nor could she understand why her cousin was paying so much attention to his affairs.

The Fiery Cloud Evil Spirit hung suspended mid-air. His palms, shaped like toad webbings, appeared glued to Lin Xuan's hands, yet a series of cold sneers played across his face.

Zhao Zihang glanced at the three of them and nodded. "What are you talking about?" With those words, he strode over toward the four of them.

Ninth-tier experts were few, and eighth-tier experts were likewise scarce. Anyone capable of reaching the eighth tier was decidedly no ordinary person; each one could be heralded as a peerless hero of their era. If eighth-tier figures were already of this caliber, how could there possibly be any ordinary individuals among the ninth tier?

"Hmph! Consider yourself lucky," the Son of Heaven coldly snorted, withdrawing his gaze, though a sinister gleam still flickered deep within his eyes.

When the second streak of colorful radiance was absorbed by Gu Han, his spiritual energy surged to the peak of the fourth grade of the Danyang Realm. Although the enhancement was not as substantial as the first time, it still left Gu Han overjoyed.

Making a tasteless joke, Jerry led a sleepwalking Ray down the stairs and into the first-floor grand hall. Over a dozen attendants in black uniforms were bustling back and forth across the hall in high spirits, though it was unclear what they were busy with. Upon seeing Ray descend, they immediately and respectfully halted in their tracks, bowing deeply.

Some soldiers were cheerfully counting the military banners of the advancing army: "One, two, three..." Every single military banner represented the fighting strength of an entire division.

Bao Bei descended the hillside, walked all the way back to his guest room, and paused to think for a moment. Following Mingyue's instructions, he immediately took out his earring communicator and requested an audience with Mr. Lanca.

"As for the matter of the alcohol ban, if he wants to push it, let him push it. The county party committee must closely monitor everyone's reactions, and you must report any developments to me promptly," said Xu Ping.

"Not good! It's Basalos! He actually managed to track us down!" Seeing the newcomer, Chen Yufan grew somewhat anxious. He knew very well that if the other party launched an attack, virtually everyone aboard this warship would likely be wiped out.

Yet, eyes were the windows to the soul, and through their eyes, Chen Yufan could discern that their thought processes were fundamentally no different from those of human beings.

Moreover, under the immense pressure of tens of thousands of Boshan troops, Knubel had no intention of bickering over contract clauses to wrangle benefits for his own side, so he signed the contract immediately after reading it through.

Just as Gilgamesh had already opened the Gates of Babylon, preparing to launch an attack at a moment's notice, Li Lin's voice sounded once again.

"Feeling utterly unconvinced and deeply aggrieved, right? Every unfortunate soul who runs into yours truly thinks the exact same way!" Looking at the aggrieved, furious, and resentful expression on the Demon God's face, Wang Fan put on a cheeky, smiling facade as he spoke, delivering several fierce slaps to the face that drove the Demon God to the verge of dying from shame and anger.

Our comrade's boundless grand ambitions decisively shriveled up, leaving him with no choice but to return to his normal train of thought and prepare for the tasks ahead—grinding mobs and leveling up.