Chapter 584: The Taste Is Bitter

Xu Shuang went up to the second floor and sat down in a small private room.

"Sit."

"Mm." Jiang Nian nodded.

Before sitting, he glanced around; the privacy here was well done. After entering, he could no longer hear sounds from the corridor.

When he opened the window, the bustling street noise came through again.

"Where is this?"

"Nowhere special, just a place to rest," Xu Shuang said offhandedly. "What tea do you want? We have them all."

"Anything's fine."

"Who's talking!?" Bing Lan was startled and curious, yet the voice sounded familiar, so she shouted toward a direction she didn't even know.

The truth was, as long as his body's problem remained unsolved, Lin Xiao would have to stay inside the Nine Heaven Soul Binding Array for a long time—the array was brutally powerful, suppressing Lin Xiao's spiritual force and nearly severing his mental awareness entirely; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in this pathetic state, standing right at the door yet unaware of it.

Now that he thought about it, all things under heaven were no different: interests draw people together, connections run deep or shallow, worldly affairs shift like wind and clouds. If one sat alone by the window, sipping tea and observing calmly from afar, everything would become clear.

Yao Wu and Li Xuanyu exchanged a glance, then simultaneously turned their heads away, stubbornly refusing to look at each other.

"I'm not worthy," said Bing Lan. "I am Jin Wuji." He did not react to He Lan Chenxing's condescending gaze.

As for Kun Chi, he truly couldn't fathom how such a person had entered the Divine Armor Army; it seemed he ought to impeach Mo Si for poor judgment in appointments. Perhaps then, he might even be promoted another rank.

"Of course it won't be this simple," Fei Dinan knelt and said. "After I've paid my respects to Grandpa Lin Feng's birthday and returned to the city, I will report to the Lord and demand the harshest punishment for them. Then I will personally journey to the Sacred Domain to beg forgiveness from you and Grand Bishop Mu Xiujie, carrying thorns on my back. What do you think?"

Zheng Chaozheng's face flushed red. He glanced at the Xuan Yuan siblings, then left with two thousand soldiers.

Suddenly, those deep blue eyes grew moist, and slowly, slowly, a string of tears rolled down.

"Where did this trash come from? Die!" Gu Yue Dao roared, swinging his blue treasure blade; a vast slash of blade light shot out.

Before knocking on Xie Cunhui's room door, I had reminded myself countless times to stay calm—but when I walked in, I was still flustered.

Being addressed so abruptly made my body tremble; I didn't know what to say.

Ye Xing smiled faintly, gently closed the door, walked slowly to my bedside, and placed the two meal boxes on the nightstand to my right.

The Shadow Clone technique can only be used by the caster himself; even if chakra is attached to a weapon, the weapon remains an object without self-awareness—yet Qiyin's weapon seemed to possess self-awareness.

Mountains stretched endlessly, green trees cast thick shade, heaven and earth merged into one line, as if auroras had fallen—beauty like a painted scroll.

The voice was a bit loud; the eighth floor was quiet, but Lin Qicheng heard it anyway. He shrugged at me, giving me a "you figure it out" look, then went downstairs.

Everyone understood: the Emperor was young and in his prime; Mo Yaqi was not only breathtakingly beautiful but also danced exquisitely—anyone would find her delightful.

At the mention of Xia Zhenling's name, both old women showed disdain, shaking their heads and waving their hands.

I strained to shift my body over, stretched my hand to grasp the bottle, gripped its top, then smashed it hard against the glass coffee table.

"Mother…" Thinking of this, Zi Yuan walked to Qiyin's side and gently tugged her sleeve.

"After you finish cooking, rest well," Mo Zhi smiled. "School starts in a few days—don't let your cold get worse, or you'll infect me and that'll be the end of me." She was utterly regretful for having kissed Gu Ci while sneezing, giving Gu Ci a cold.