Chapter 191: Immortal Maiden, Don

The current head of the Red Lantern Sect is the Mock Elephant Immortal Sovereign (pending promotion), and the two True Persons, Li Haiping and Zhou Fujiao, entering the Western Sea are in fact acting on Mock Elephant’s will.

Among these, there are three most obvious layers of logic—the very three most people can perceive.

First layer: The Red Lantern Sect is expanding eastward, and the Ancestor has borrowed Jin Dan loans from various senior cultivators within the sect.

Second layer: Preemptive moves to prepare for the Red Lantern Sect’s reclaiming of its original four thousand li of Western Sea territory.

Third layer: Two

“Our show is a high-end program about classical poetry research,” the man said as he walked, “your job is to enhance the guest’s image as a learned scholar.”

“Of course I know, because this is your destiny—guided by fate, you were always destined to come here, only a matter of time,” the elder said in a mystical tone, at least as Mu Yi perceived it.

In the corner, Mu the Young Master watched his clone move with such grace and even ascend a realm, and his heart eased; he shifted his intent and returned to the outside world.

As for the deep pit beneath him, Mu Yi did not overlook it, but sadly, it contained nothing—nor was the pit itself anything more than the crater left when the legendary spear fell long ago.

Currently, Zhong Nan actually oversees all military affairs in Jizhou, as arranged by the old general, but officially, the position of Commander still belongs to Wu Weizhong, so any matter requiring consultation is usually held in Wu Weizhong’s tent.

Although her voice was low, Lan Xiang’er and Yun Qinyan heard every word clearly, and both turned to Lin Yu with strange expressions.

“Satan, I know—you Chinese are interesting. Death has already crept in; the gates of hell are open. Prepare for the reaping of the scythe!” Peter, staring at his fallen comrade, his brown eyes blazed crimson, the fire of battle burning fiercely within them.

In truth, the White Lotus Sect never relaxed; they monitored the repairs to the Heavenly Prison at all times. On the afternoon of March 28, the repairs to the Ministry of Justice’s Heavenly Prison were fully completed.

“Ji Huai, I won’t beat around the bush—I don’t care where you go, but I want to know what’s going on between you and Fang Xuesheng. Nian Nian told me she sits at her desk staring blankly all day, and haven’t you ever gone out with her during these days?” Lin Luo spoke sharply, leaving no room for mercy.

Following Chen Laoshi’s signal, the boy walked slowly to the podium in front of all the bewildered classmates, smiling and bowing politely to everyone present.

“Hey, where are you going? We’re all waiting to drink and chat with you!” Xu Chengjiu shouted, as if calling out to a faithless husband who refused to come home.

Wei Junzhu raised her head, her eyes bright and charming; Xu Chengjiu for an instant saw Xu Chengyun of old, holding up an embroidered handkerchief and asking him if it looked nice.

“Miss, I think what he just said makes sense, but we could replace chili peppers with tomatoes, and for ice, we could use salt instead,” Chef Cai mused.

After watching the spectacle, Li Ruixin slipped away quietly; if she stayed any longer, An Qimian would catch her.

“Of course,” Jin Eun-suk smiled and nodded, having learned some information about Lin Cang from Liu Ren-na.

Last night’s “husband,” with that lingering tone, kept looping in An Qimian’s mind.

At this moment, Lu Shuo still hadn’t processed what had just happened. Just as he was about to ask his own aunt what had occurred, the front door of the house suddenly swung open.

Ye Chengwei’s gaze sharpened; an inexplicable premonition of ill omen stirred within him. He looked upward as two violet lightning bolts struck him simultaneously.

Thus, when fifty or sixty men wielding long staves and long swords entered the alley, they stood out starkly.