Chapter 562: The First Negotiation

His enthusiastic conversation with Li Wuzhen did not last long before it was interrupted by Li Wuhui, who coughed several times in displeasure, reminding Li Wuzhen to be mindful of the setting; Li Wuzhen then blushed and lowered his head, no longer looking at Liu Xiaolou.

Liu Xiaolou did not press further and quietly suggested that the subsequent story of the Taiyuan Zongzhen Sect could be discussed privately.

Thus, the great tent returned to order, and the formal negotiations began.

Li Wuya spoke little; the main discourse was handled by Li Wuhui of the Li family’s second branch.

However, Lei Yi and the others did not notice that Lei Nuerde and the five elders of the Lightning Clan still wore grim expressions.

General Bret, seeing General Feng Changqing storm into Fufa City, drew his sword and charged at him; the two clashed immediately, battling over a hundred rounds, until finally Bret was slain by a single slash from General Feng Changqing’s blade. The imperial troops, emboldened, pressed forward toward the city walls.

After my father wiped away all the blood on me, he took me back to the Evil Spirit Tribe. He concealed the fact that I had killed those adult elves.

This blow clearly inflicted heavy damage on the monstrous bird, but it was far from enough to kill it.

“Ding~” A clear bell rang as the elevator stopped at the top floor of the Vellis Hotel. Song Bufan greeted Huangfu Yichen at the room door.

Bai Shan, across from him, also seemed startled by the accidental contact; her fingers trembled slightly, yet she forced herself to catch the teacup before it fell, then quickly turned and hurried back to refill the tea.

Ling Chutian hesitated upon hearing this, but then gritted his teeth and released a spiritual-energy-wrapped message from his inner realm, like a darting fish, piercing through space and time before vanishing.

Zilong turned back and looked into the car; the man was packing his things, preparing to get out. Zilong grabbed the man’s shoulder. The man had noticed Zilong when opening the door but had been too absorbed in his packing to call out—just as he was about to speak, Zilong seized him.

Zhuang Jian gazed at the force his elder brother had founded, genuinely impressed; yet at this moment, Yanwu Hall’s gates were tightly shut, no one entering or leaving, causing him to frown.

Su Liuyu said nothing, but Dong Ru leapt up in alarm, quickly saying, “That’s not what I meant, my lord, please don’t take it to heart.” He had already regretted speaking—now his words made him look bad from every angle.

In the morning, when customer traffic was heaviest, the broker’s office bustled with constant movement; the flow of people and the noise made the place especially lively.

He had not failed to consider the danger of tonight’s setup—he simply never imagined that his two bodyguards, who had shielded him from countless threats, would be so easily crushed before this young man.

Feifeng let out a piercing cry as it pierced through the void; the forest erupted into a violent gale as it dove downward, streaking with crimson spiritual light.

“Dad, my younger brother was injured last time and lost a lot of blood. The doctor said he needs to replenish himself, and that he’s been malnourished.”

“I’ll bet with you,” Guan Yao also pulled out a Broken Seal Pill; though his family no longer supported him, he still had some stock left.

When Diaochan saw Ma Yunlu, she saw him being dragged away by soldiers who had stormed in.

Beifeng began to feel fear as well; the Black Society’s punishments were vile and agonizing, and even now they made him shudder at the mere mention.

The first man was a white man, carrying two large suitcases, his muscles solid like half a steel tower.

Yet there was no formal study; after the old Daoist paid his respects, the Daoist took up residence within the courtyard.

Fan Ning felt a headache coming on—Feng Mieliao’s excessive flattery likely meant he had some favor to ask.

Bor gently patted her back, his eyes dark and sharp as they fixed on the ancient castle dozens of meters away, yet his voice was unusually tender.