Chapter 384: Divination of Qi! Artifact Identification!

"Little Friend Lin has returned!"

Master Zi Yun, seeing Lin Mo and his group, wore a fatherly smile on his face.

Nan Gong Yichen paid them no heed, instead glancing sidelong at Master Zi Yun and whispering:

"You're awfully fond of them, aren't you? Don't you know this brat schemed against your Cuirun Peak?"

Master Zi Yun chuckled: "I've known for a long time."

Nan Gong Yichen was slightly surprised, his gaze lingering

"You all stay here. Myself and Yao Yao will go out to take a look. Lu Ling, Dai Mubai, you two stay behind and protect everyone."

His son is now a juren; in another two years he'll take the metropolitan exam. Old Zhu wants to avoid distracting him from his studies.

It's hard to realize this place lies within the Sea of Bones—it gives one the illusion of being amidst the landscapes of the Great Zheng Dynasty.

"Lu Wudi, Wang Chaling just said he wants to kill me. Let's team up and kill him. I'll hold off these ghosts—you strike him down directly. He's just an ordinary man, won't take much effort," Ye Zhen said.

It's not meant to be difficult—An Ning is simply too conspicuous. A girl as beautiful as a princess, people would believe she's the princess of this amusement castle.

The man called "Madam" in bed, when the Brocade Uniform Guards came to arrest him, fought back because he was in civilian clothes—only when they showed their credentials and arrest warrant did he cower like a whipped pup.

Though this scene was caused by Tang Zong, he did give Ling Yanru several chances—unfortunately, Ling failed to seize them. Otherwise, it would be him, Ling Yanru, outside now, not Wang Qingyuan.

"Director Geng, are we allowed to examine these grain registers now?" Ji Gang glanced challengingly at Geng Xuan.

After parting from Xiong Gelao, Shi An temporarily put aside the idea of working at Jiang Yan Company and focused on interviewing at two other firms.

Ye Jiu's previous whip strike wasn't her strongest technique, so when Yang Que shattered it, she wasn't overly shocked.

"And then? Did everything proceed according to your plan?" I pressed forward calmly.

He had to watch the pups and treat the beastfolk's injuries—leaving him no energy left to compete for affection.

Fei Er was assigned a task, and he believed his task was the most important, so he took it extremely seriously.

Without mentioning Fang Yunting immediately informing the other nine sect masters of the good news, Lin Xiuqi changed routes several times until he arrived before a valley near the edge of the Ten Thousand Immortals Tower.

"Don't let them escape—chase them!" Master Xu frowned, ready to lead the elders in pursuit.

Although since the death of the Fourth Prince, Wuyunzhu had fallen ill from grief and her health never recovered, it was the first time she'd been bedridden for three days out of ten.

Ye Yuan on the other side ignored him, walked straight into the room, placed the person on the bed, and casually pulled the quilt over them tightly.

"Jiao Jiao…" As she was writing her plan, a warm human wall suddenly pressed against her back. A breathtaking face leaned against her shoulder, and two arms wrapped around her waist—like a giant panda hugging her.

Chen Mo Han felt embarrassed. Hearing him say that, she didn't need to guess—he must know about her dark past.

Fang Hen ignored the gossip, knelt down on the spot, and bowed respectfully to Gu Yuan, who sat in the center.

Lao Ai felt his speech was leaking air—he didn't even look, jumped up, and dashed back inside. Seeing his brother risking everything, what was the point of playing tai chi anymore?

That's exactly what Sun Yin thought: Meng Huiyi was gone for a reason—he wouldn't act until he got a clear answer.

Put yourself in my shoes—I still carry Ya Ya in my heart. People aren't cold-blooded creatures; it's impossible to completely forget a former lover the moment you meet the next one.

"Not good—some trouble." Xi Wuqing sensed it too. Since the beginning, his expression had been tense; now his brows furrowed, his demeanor growing even more grave.