Chapter 93: The Third Senior Brother Has Awakened!

Lu Qingfei and Jiang Heng locked eyes, and the moment their gazes met, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

Most girls possess a peculiar sensitivity to such matters, as innate as a bat's ultrasonic waves.

But Lu Qingfei was not one of them. She understood many kinds of feelings, yet she alone had no comprehension of what love truly was.

Ming Yi had once said, "If you love someone, you will spare no effort to keep them from dying."

When she was young, Lu Qingfei thought this statement was wrong, because Ming Yi—

Yang Fan's mind trembled at the sound of that voice. Excellent—the divine consciousness of the Houyi Bow had finally awakened a portion of its awareness.

"Don't you know about the Heart-Washing Herb?" The young man seemed to have thought of a question and spoke with a hint of panic.

Emperor Xuanyuan of the Immortal Realm pondered for a moment, then said, "If you speak of weaknesses, then indeed there is one. Perhaps that is my shifu's only weakness."

"So you really intend to keep playing dead? In that case, I might just cremate you." Ye Kai laughed lightly, flames flickering in his hand as if he was ready to do just that at any moment.

"But I was also injured on the journey back. Doesn't that clear us of suspicion?" Zhao Ningxuan said calmly.

The acupoint at the dantian is the gathering point of the vital energy of the chest. The moment Liang Xin inserted the needle, one could see Wang Shiying's pale complexion gradually begin to regain a rosy hue. Then, Wang Shiying's eyelashes actually twitched, and after that, she slowly opened her eyes.

The newcomer was none other than Li Canglong of the Dragon-Tiger Hall—Qin Tian's friend, enemy, guide, and nemesis.

Although Jiang Hailong's body had recovered well and the toxin had mostly left his system, what he needed now more than ever was peace of mind. If he grew agitated and caused any trouble, Qin Tian could not afford such a risk.

"The Tianluo Divine Kingdom's influence spans the entire Hell Realm. The information I need naturally comes within easy reach. Besides, my imperial brother is on Ice King Star—how much could possibly escape his notice?" Luo Sha said, unruffled and composed.

The Speed Force surged endlessly, like rocket fuel propelling him forward. But with every step, the pressure from ahead grew stronger, until in the end it felt as if his very soul were being torn apart.

"Brother Gao, I'm stepping out for a while. Rest easy here during this time." Fang Shi was about to leave when Gao Sheng called him back.

Furthermore, the reason Grandmother Jia was able to enjoy honor and comfort in the Jia household was that the chief stewards of both the Rong and Ning mansions were sons of Nurse Lai, and they both followed her orders.

"Harry—what's wrong with you?" Ron stepped forward, reaching out as if to pull Harry back.

Looking at Jia Cong's expressionless face, although it was not as bitterly sorrowful as when Lady Xing's funeral procession had taken place, this silent grief seemed somehow even more deeply moving.

According to protocol, when frontier generals or provincial officials entered the capital for an imperial audience, they were first required to submit a memorial requesting it. Once approved, officials from the Ministry of Rites would be dispatched to instruct them in court etiquette.

"Never mind that, then—let's go onto the island and see if there are any other kinds of fruit." Ji Meinai said, then set off toward the island.

"Governor Ning going to negotiate peace—he is the most suitable candidate. He is articulate and meticulous, and I hope he can manage the matter well." Wan Nianfeng said.

Then, Dou Wei watched as that Englishman, like an enraged bull, began bellowing at him.

Three heads attacked in unison—the centipede let out an earth-shattering roar as a sonic wave, the tiger head spat forth a yellowish-brown bolt of lightning, and the fully spread feathers came down like a violent storm, blanketing the sky and covering the ground, seemingly engulfing the entire palace with not a single safe place to stand.

Lin Chu understood Lin Jiamao very well—it seemed that besides Chen Bin, another poor fellow had joined their ranks.

Their mistress had a rather peculiar temperament. For years, they generally refrained from speaking unless spoken to—whatever their mistress said, they simply did.

President Mo removed the cork from the wine bottle, poured half a glass for Su Mu, and half a glass for himself.

By the time he began preparing the ingredients, Qing'er discovered that his culinary skill was clearly not mere boasting—just look at those orderly steps, that practiced technique, and that outstanding knife work.