Chapter 471: Half an Essay, a Dead End

The interview proceeded quickly.

A rectangular wooden table stood in the classroom; Zheng Fa, Zhang Shijie, and Xiao Yuying sat behind it, organizing the interview records of the previous disciples.

“Young brother, do you have any disciples in mind?”

Zhang Shijie asked suddenly.

Xiao Yuying beside her turned her gaze over, eyes curious.

Zheng Fa flipped through the dozen or so disciple resumes in his hands, thought for a moment, then replied plainly: “Mu Qingyan.”

“Why?”

Yu Jin gave her not even a hint of goodwill and hung up the call outright, though he did not block her friend request.

“Sure!” Yang Chao quickly moved the items off the desk; they usually ate in the cafeteria, but sometimes ordered takeout and ate in the office.

Xie Wuyi, who always prided himself on his quick wit, never realized that the entire scheme had been Xiao Wei’s from start to finish.

Liu Ji didn’t care about them at all—as long as he could get on the ship, his secret savings still had a chance.

Not a single extra word, not a single unnecessary phrase. Even when seemingly praised, he showed not the slightest reaction.

Perhaps his gaze was too cold; the man quickly tucked away his grin and recounted everything he had learned that day at the brothel, without omission.

Xie Lin felt an inexplicable pang in his heart; reminded by Xie Qiong, he looked again at the sand table, his eyes darkening.

Ye Xiao bit his thin lip, watching helplessly as Ye Ling vanished from his sight, gradually slipping beyond the range of his spiritual sense.

Xie Wuyi didn’t think much of it—just another man, she’d seen plenty. But when her hand rested beside the glaring bloodstain on Xiao Wei’s chest, her gaze could not help but flicker.

Yet as she bounced along, another question popped into her mind: if Gui Xu lay right before her, then what of the immortal island within Gui Xu?

She met his gaze; at that moment, she did not beg for mercy, only strained to wrench free of his grip.

“What is rebellion? As the saying goes, ‘The victor is king, the loser is bandit!’ There is no such thing as rebellion in this world—only success and failure. Only the victorious are remembered for eternity.” Murong Ba sneered, then drew his sword from his waist and charged straight at Luo Yunfan.

Some cursed Wang Rui, since they were all in the same circle; everyone knew Wang Rui had auditioned but failed to land the male lead.

Qin Yan returned from handling Fu Ge’s affairs outside; as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a stool thrown by Shen Wan rolled to his feet.

Seeing them still staring at her without blinking, Xia Yimo’s temple twitched with dark lines.

“A sovereign’s word is sacred—do you think I’ll change my mind just because the Crown Prince was impolite? Do you take me for a fool emperor?” For the first time in many years, Murong Sheng felt that though he was ruler of the Western Yan realm, he had no real autonomy.

Qiao Ru’an curiously pulled it out and saw a stranger’s name flashing on the communication jade.

Entering the sales hall, she saw a large notice board clearly listing the names and quantities of goods sold on the first and second floors.

In fact, Qian Shi’s exact words had been to tell Shen Wan and the others to leave quickly—they were separated now, so stop shamelessly clinging to the Qin household.

Xia Yixi snatched the phone away without hesitation, turned, and strode back toward the bed.

Lin Nuannuan froze, realizing they were coming; she tiptoed back, lifted the quilt, and slipped inside.

Chu Xiangsi glared at Jun Wujie, then grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up.

In truth, this mission was assigned by the organization, but before killing anyone, she usually investigated the target’s background.

Ruan Meng paused, then involuntarily lowered her gaze; the sea wind whipped waves over her eyes, dampening her lashes, and she thought she saw—a sailboat cutting against the storm, emerging from the furious ocean.