Chapter 812

One Hundred and Fifty-Eight: Old Daoist Sun: Are you teaching the Dao Master how to do things?

As the water dungeon brightened, the dull-eyed youth beside the corridor slowly woke.

After opening his eyes, he glanced around, then rose from the ground.

First, he descended the stairway and returned to the outer room, taking a look.

There was no sign that Yun Xiangyi had returned.

Ouyang Rong returned again to the inner water dungeon.

In truth, he had been half-asleep, half-awake, having heard only at first a crisp wooden fish sound—the nightly offering of vegetarian meals.

As the water dungeon brightened, the dull-eyed youth beside the corridor slowly woke.

After opening his eyes, he glanced around, then rose from the ground.

First, he descended the stairway and returned to the outer room, taking a look.

There was no sign that Yun Xiangyi had returned.

Ouyang Rong returned again to the inner water dungeon.

In truth, he had been half-asleep, half-awake, having heard only at first a crisp wooden fish sound—the nightly offering of vegetarian meals.

As the water dungeon brightened, the dull-eyed youth beside the corridor slowly woke.

After opening his eyes, he glanced around, then rose from the ground.

First, he descended the stairway and returned to the outer room, taking a look.

There was no sign that Yun Xiangyi had returned.

Ouyang Rong returned again to the inner water dungeon.

In truth, he had been half-asleep, half-awake.

For some reason, he seemed to have dreamed a strange dream, the dream’s contents—

Long after, the dark clouds dispersed with the final note of the melody, revealing a blue sky; Ji Huiyu lightly tapped her toes, stepping down one by one.

The next day, Yao Yi and others departed for Switzerland under the personal farewell of Chairman Gu Ba, while James hurriedly flew to England that night.

Lawyer Zhen fainted upon hearing it; fortunately, Mayor Lai had strong composure and could endure it.

After the groom calmed the guests and returned to the bridal chamber, he discovered the bride was gone—the scene was in chaos, as if forcibly breached by someone.

His own construction team could no longer handle the workload, so he subcontracted some projects to other firms like the Third Construction Company.

Wu Xuanming had no interest in hearing Xingcun Luona recount Chunzi’s turbulent history—he only wanted to know how Chunzi conspired with Xingcun Luona to persecute Meizi and Gu Qiankun. Thus, all Xingcun Luona said was wasted breath; not a single word reached Wu Xuanming’s ears.

Guo Changxing left; Ji Tianchang was wheeled into surgery; the hospital grew busy.

“Go sit outside, or watch TV,” Wang Jing said. Shaozi couldn’t stay in the room any longer, gave Wang Jing a resentful look, and walked to the living room.

“Suddenly, I sense, Younger Brother, your intentions lie beyond wine,” Gong Sun Sheng remarked to Xie Xin after meeting Lady Guo.

“Pfft, you shameless wretch—you just don’t want to pay back!” Xuan Yuan Xiao’s voice rose too loud, causing the Tyrant to frown slightly, forcing him to fall silent.

Many had already gathered, chatting, exchanging cups with elegant manners and refined speech.

Song Shi covered his ears but couldn’t block it out; after sensing it, he reluctantly confirmed: the original scoundrel was indeed Song Lao’s and Song’s mother’s biological son.

The events of two years ago have never left my mind; I often wonder: was I right? Is this throne truly so important?

The man froze outright—he hadn’t expected this frail-looking Xiao Yunfeng to be so fierce.

Jun Wan composed herself, released Empress Dowager Shen’s reluctant hand, and finally stepped onto the carriage for her return journey.

Most importantly, in the past three hundred years on Star Universe Continent, not a single recorded Xuan Ling Realm master has appeared.

She was right: though she seized power alongside Zhang Jing, without Zhang Jing, she could never have ruled well.

Strange as it seemed, a warrior’s hands, rough and calloused, touching her delicate skin, did not hurt.

Cheng Qing climbed out of the pit and went straight to the fully intelligent workstation. There had once been two workstations, but due to overlapping blueprints and limited materials, she had already stored one away—anticipating that at night, corpse-flint monsters or beasts might destroy equipment in rage.

Yan Yushen, alerted, stayed up all night by the bedside, troubled in heart: had his calculations been wrong?

Jiang Zhou spoke these words without looking at 136, but toward the three other Icarus members behind him, including Chiyaka Sakura.

Christy, hearing the mumbled words and driven by curiosity, slightly eased her pressure on No. 1, intending to hear clearly what he meant to say.

The room’s intense light scattered, and the faint white glow on the shredded paper vanished at once.