Volume One, Chapter 46: Even If He Didn’t Love Her That Much

"The young miss is awake!" Hongxiu was keeping watch right by the bed.

Just as when he arrived, Eddie sped back to the Abyss like a flash of lightning. When he returned to the outer edge of the mithril barrier once more, only twenty minutes had passed.

What was truly terrifying was not competition, but rather when no one was willing to compete at all, choosing instead to remain conservative. If things continued this way, any hope of development would be nothing more than a pipe dream.

"What is actually wrong with you? If you refuse to go to the hospital like this, what will you do if it gets worse?" Lin Yanhao asked with concern.

This top-tier dark gold gauze looked like transparent black silk from the outside, but once it caught the light, it was breathtakingly radiant.

It seemed that what the Taoist priest Changfeng had said was true, except that he was unable to discern the root cause of the ailment, let alone cure it.

With nearly ten thousand years of cultivation, once his time had come, Wang Ze would have no choice but to pass away sitting in meditation. To him, how terrifying a prospect that was.

When the servant decided not to kill Snow White, but to leave her there instead, although he knew that in the desolate and uninhabited deep forest she would most likely be torn to pieces by wild beasts, the thought that he did not have to kill her with his own hands made him feel as if a heavy stone weighing on his heart had finally been lifted.

Yet today, those ever-burning lights were nowhere to be found; instead, only dozens of dim, yellowish lanterns hung along the walls, casting flickering shadows over the murky streets.

The medicinal pill melted the moment it touched the tongue. In that instant, another surging torrent of spiritual energy erupted from the dantian, and a soothing sensation spread through all the meridians of their bodies. The two of them immediately sat cross-legged, guiding and stabilizing the spiritual energy circulating within their meridians.

"Are we still not going to withdraw the troops?" Wada Taro hesitated for a long time before finally stuttering out this taboo subject of the past few days in a public setting. Higher authorities had issued strict orders forbidding soldiers from openly discussing the matter of troop withdrawal.

Groping his way home in the dark, Cheng Xu was waiting in the living room. A gramophone on the side was playing popular contemporary tunes, looking leisurely and carefree, as if he were not deliberately waiting for them at all.

If they failed to clear that hurdle, and the eldest son and daughter-in-law had already managed to escape, they would undoubtedly seize every opportunity to smuggle the discreetly hidden He Baoguo and He Jianguo out, preserving the family lineage and waiting for a chance to make a comeback.

This time, in order to get in good with Zhao Si, she had even begged her godfather to outfit her with a fine new set of garments, though unfortunately, she didn't end up needing them in the end.

As for Luo Yunran, she remained completely oblivious to Huiyi's gaze, obediently letting Nan Shiyan lead her along. The burning sensation on her lips had not yet entirely faded, and she could still sense Nan Shiyan's presence, leaving her mind somewhat dazed even now.

Truly marvelous, Jiang Conghan praised inwardly. The Empress's action appeared on the surface to be speaking up for the Xiahou clan, but in reality, it was merely praising them. After all, publicly embarrassing Han Shuqian required a degree of boldness that not just anyone possessed.

"How did you know?" Qin Wan helplessly rubbed Ziyi's hair on top of his head. It felt a bit damp; she would have to make him take a bath immediately upon returning to ward off the chill.

He Jianguo said nothing. He had no idea what fate had in store for others, but his wife's life would undoubtedly be the finest of all.

Xu Yi's heart, however, leapt into his throat. With no romantic partner, this person's risk factor was far too high. How could he eliminate this future trouble once and for all?

To return to the story, ever since he laid eyes on that bizarrely tall and sturdy man that day, Jiang Chen had felt that this place was no longer safe for a prolonged stay. Consequently, he had taken Yang Zijin and traveled day and night to journey out of that expanse of mountain forests.

Five days had passed since Dugu Changkong boarded the Ferry of Rebirth to the other shore of the Underworld. After escorting Cheng Weitian safely back to the Zijin Kingdom, the Purple-Sketched Bat had remained stationed faithfully by Lin Chen's side.