Chapter 610

“This is the Back Mountain’s Moon Lake; before the lake lies the Front Mountain, behind it, the Back Mountain,” said Wei Situ, pointing to the emerald, deep waters before them, introducing Dongfang Yuying and Liu Xiaolou.

Wei Situ, a senior inner-disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and a Foundation Establishment cultivator, held considerable status; for him to personally greet them up the mountain was a great honor.

When they met, Liu Xiaolou introduced himself as the sect leader of a minor vassal sect under the Qingyu Sect, surnamed Liu, neither revealing his sect’s name nor—

But studying here meant attending a local martial arts academy, not the imperial academy in the capital of Yunqiong Kingdom—that was a different matter entirely.

It’s already spread far and wide; the whole world knows he’s targeting me. Even if I beg humbly for reconciliation, he won’t easily accept it, bound by his own words.

It’s already the middle of the night; I was just about to rest. If I’d known I was meeting Director Wang, I’d have spent ten extra minutes fixing my makeup. And this outfit—so casual, it doesn’t show off my figure at all.

Its formation differs entirely from ordinary story seeds; more precisely, it aligns with a story outline structured entirely in reverse chronology.

Yao Meijun also laughed: “It has little to do with me, but what about her?” She lifted her chin toward Qi Dai’s back.

This time, everyone’s gaze at Zhou Jingming grew distinctly different—surprise, excitement, admiration, and of course, doubt.

Back in the dorm, Wang Shu spent another ten thousand and two hundred credits to order six foldable smartphones.

As the host introduced them, the main screen displayed each team’s drivers and vehicles, while another screen showed the vehicles’ conditions and drivers’ cornering records.

Wang Shu and Zhu Tong boarded their Bombardier—it was his first time on an airplane; when working outside, no matter the distance, he’d always taken trains or buses.

Lin Weiyue didn’t know that many in the Princess’s mansion would automatically pause nearby, listening to the beautiful melody.

But every time he drew near, An Yexuan would always politely address him as “Father,” and nothing more.

As soon as work ended, Qingling told her master and hurried off to the consignment shop to buy mooncakes.

Tao Bao had often felt the illusion that if she told him to bring his life, he’d willingly hand it over to her.

Mostly Beichu merchants, occasionally mixed with Tartar traders, the atmosphere turned violent; in an instant, fists flew. Seeing the situation spiral out of control, the officer struck the alarm bell beside him; soldiers burst from their barracks and forcibly ordered both sides of merchants back to their respective territories—the market was dissolved by decree.

The ice wall spanning the river surprised those chasing behind; anyone could cast a simple ice wall, but such thickness depended on magical reserves—only a Mage could summon it without breaking a sweat.

From now on, he would meticulously record her pulse and condition every day, for study.

“What’s the Crying Moon Divine Pearl?” Zhongli Mu feigned ignorance—it was his life-saving treasure; how could he give it away?

When the higher-ups come to inspect, just shift all blame onto the milk supplier.

“Besides seeing off the Elder, I also wished to personally thank Your Highness; thanks to the Elder’s timely discovery, Feini avoided sinking irreversibly into the abyss of crime,” Ouna continued, forcibly pulling Feini forward and pressing her head down; both bowed deeply to me in gratitude.

“Outside, there must be countless dwarf soldiers—it’s unsafe. I suggest heading deeper into the cave; the terrain is complex, and searching will take time. We can use this window to absorb the Mountain Heart and strengthen ourselves,” Peilin suggested. The longer we wait, the more risks arise—better to absorb it now.