Chapter 32: The Beautiful Sister Who Often Treats Me to Meals

The endless clear skies faded away, replaced by thick clouds, as if heralding the impending storm. The heavens ruptured, unleashing a torrential downpour that splashed myriad droplets, shrouding the city in mist, like a hazy ink painting.

Lu Qingfei stood at the edge of the sidewalk, holding her umbrella unmoved by the wind, as the air brimmed with...

For a fleeting moment, she felt the urge to smoke, but she had long since run out of cigarettes.

The red-headed earwig had already noticed Hua Jitian and his companions advancing steadily, but it remained unconcerned. It did not even bother to avoid their path, unwittingly giving Hua Jitian the opportunity to seize it.

The two receptionists, no longer playing games, propped their chins and watched the scene unfold. Having worked here for two or three years, they had seen their share of drama and turmoil.

She herself was oblivious, but noticing something amiss with those at the table, she turned around to find Cheng Rongjian standing nearby. His face betrayed no emotion; he simply raised his wrist to check the time.

"Han Zhenghuan?" I stared in astonishment at the man restraining me. What was he doing here?

When he released me, I saw his face flushed, his eyes shining, and in their depths, I glimpsed my own smiling reflection.

Yang Shufei ascended as well, followed by Lord Li Xianglin and Daoist Xiao. Many others went up one by one, including Physician He Changhai and his grandson.

Perhaps Du Heng was right; now that I am single, it is hard to avoid entanglements. Once I affix the label of marriage, all will be well.

To Long Yichen’s surprise, his last meditation truly made him the star of the Dragonfang Mercenary Corps, sparing him considerable effort. He no longer needed to labor to establish his authority.

As the warrior stepped into the thicket, the creature with a tiger’s head and a snake’s tail lunged straight at him.

"Enough, Ming’er, let us follow Eunuch Liang now," I said coldly, halting their argument, for further words would only be wasted.

Each person stared at me in shock, utterly amazed. Living, breathing people—just moments ago right before our eyes—how could they vanish in the next instant?

But Sun Fengzhao was unimpressed by the commotion over a single spiritual beast, disapproving of mobilizing so many for a hunt. Seeing his wife Lu Qixin’s enthusiasm, he only scoffed further.

It was precisely due to this relocation that, before now, even early followers like Cao Dayong and Cai Chang, who had stood by Li Ran through years of struggle, had no idea how much wealth and resources they had amassed.

"You’re a Five Elements Mechanist?" Upon hearing this, the King of Earth was even more astonished, feeling helpless. Capital, capital—how could he have forgotten the Five Elements Mechanists?

Although subsequent developments caught them somewhat off guard, the root cause ultimately lay with this Prince Tyrell before them.

Zhao Xin acted decisively, leaping onto the crystal coffin. With a slight exertion, the lid was completely opened.

Inside the factory, Su Mubai slept on a makeshift bed. The blood on his body had been cleaned, but with supplies seized and medicine in short supply, many of his wounds remained untreated, though bandages had been applied.

Turning his thoughts once more, Sun Fengzhao transformed the water ring before him into a hanging celestial sash, encircling himself with a ten-foot ring that spun rapidly, conjuring a spectacle before the waterfall and lake.