Chapter 691: The Legendary Consort Li: The Gossip

"How far is it from Yanmen Pass to Tunli County in Shangdang Commandery?" Xiao Yu asked after they resumed their journey.

Meng Huo, seated on horseback, calculated briefly and said, "At least four thousand li."

He added helplessly, "Shangdang Commandery is still relatively close to the frontier. Once the snow stops in a couple of days, if the Immortal Miss goes out for a walk, she'll surely encounter laborers from counties thousands of li away near the military camps."

Such as those from Henan and Sanchuan regions.

There's no way—five years straight, the Hu people

Miao Mudan thought of her recently lost child and the fact she could never bear children again; she conceived the idea of suicide. But remembering her mother's unavenged Chou, she could only suppress the thought deep within her heart.

At first Yang Yun was half-skeptical of Li Kai's words, but when Tang Xin arrived and spoke words nearly identical to Li Kai's, Yang Yun finally believed him.

"Incapable of success, only good at causing failure," He Zhonglin cursed, frustrated. Plans couldn't keep up with changes, but Liang Zijun's adaptability was abysmal—he'd been dragged down too, one thread pulled, the whole fabric unraveled.

Li Kai had already revealed his strength clearly just now; these snow creatures before them looked weak. Since they were joining forces to get out, Tian Tian and the others naturally wanted to demonstrate their own power, to convince Li Kai they were worthy partners.

They really wanted to ask about the Wood Release and the Yamato no Kuchi, but seeing Qianyu's indifferent demeanor, they could only wait and ask Gangshou later.

"Thank you, Crown Prince!" Miao Cha, surprised by Tang Li's unexpected kindness, quickly bowed respectfully to him.

It was the young master of the Zhou family—driver Lao Ding and her second uncle Sun Fuhou had brought back Sun Qing's father, Sun Fucheng.

"What can you give her?" Wen Heyuan turned to look at her, his eyes fixed on the hand that had gripped his for so long—finally, he didn't pull away.

The Azure Dragon Clan was a genuine Demon Saint-level beast, having remained at that level for decades; Wang Qiang's ability to withstand the Azure Dragon for so long was already formidable.

The place where Wen Heyuan got off the carriage was a shop near their school—their usual base.

Though the others were displeased and feared Lingyuan Island would seize their harvest, under the threat of the Golden Core cultivator Gui Xuan, they could only obey the Lingyuan Island guards' orders—after all, cultivators capable of challenging a Golden Core cultivator were exceedingly rare.

The white ape impatiently pried open the bottle's stopper and gulped down the liquor, unaware of the strange smile on Ye Yinan's face. The next moment, the flask dropped to the ground; the ape leapt and scrambled wildly over the snowy rock, slapping the ground with its hands, mouth gaping as it panted heavily.

"It's fine—I know about those matters. They're not urgent. Tell the Lord tomorrow," Huang Ju said, seeing Zhao Qing.

Zhang Hechuan's heartbeat surged instantly. According to Ma Yu's words just now, had his father really gone to a hotel with his old flame? And taken photos as proof?

Seeing Zhang Hechuan's firm stance, Yang Chengfeng dared not say anything more provocative—she was mainly afraid he'd give up entirely, ruining his agreement to cooperate with Ma Yu, which would be disastrous.

Now, in the Lao Guan family, Guan Hongda was busy setting up a cold tea factory, while Guan Yunshan was occupied with the supermarket, occasionally having to visit construction sites to inspect progress, overwhelmed and stretched too thin.

The glow of the meteor had vanished; the stream beside the blue stone wept. The revelry was over—he must now calm down, utterly and completely.

Dressed in a loose white robe, his slightly curled pale golden hair hung lazily down. He extended one hand, irritably propping up half his head, his hair tousled, his flawless face bearing a faint displeasure.