Chapter 619: Pardon

Junshan’s Thirty-Six Pavilions include Zhenlong Pavilion, which, due to its numerous stone chambers and proximity to the mountain pass, serves as the Qingyu Sect’s hub for mundane affairs.

Xingde Jun and Zhou Qi niang were detained in a stone chamber below the mountain; since they had voluntarily “surrendered,” they were not subjected to harsh surveillance—they could even move about freely, as long as they did not leave Zhenlong Pavilion.

Yet despite this, the couple remained tense; having evaded capture for fifteen years, they had nearly forgotten how to feel safe.

“Who exactly are you?” Xiao Yu Yin asked for the first time, genuinely curious about his identity—something she had never considered before, but now feared might be more troublesome than she imagined. A merchant? Impossible—the names on that list must be tied to the imperial court. A court official? Unlikely too; it would only bring trouble.

When he changed position, he always sought to regain that first-arrow feeling—but this time, Shen Yang’s sense was excellent: his first arrow struck the bullseye, earning a perfect ten.

Don’t worry, don’t worry—aren’t you still here? As long as you’re here, he won’t be gone~ Ye’s mother and Zeng Nainai whispered inwardly, fawning.

That night, the media extensively covered Fulham’s victory; from player interviews, many began to regard Shen Yang’s team with greater respect—even without concrete proof of impact, the mere fact that so many players acknowledged him proved something.

He activated “Divine Insight,” carefully recapturing the previous sensation, then slightly shifted his baseline in the opposite direction from where the arrow had struck the target.

“What’s wrong?” An Ruo noticed Lu Ling’s gaze—it seemed fixed on her—and asked, puzzled.

Perhaps she was clever, but deliberately avoided the parts she didn’t want to think about, deliberately fleeing from them.

The soldiers cheered, then came the distribution of spoils. Since fifty soldiers had died, compensation had to be paid out first, followed by the division of the rest.

But Metatron had directly dispatched such a powerful mage—something that took him completely by surprise.

An Jinsi professionally observed Mo Yitian’s facial expressions, catching a few details that startled her.

Lan Zijie looked up at his master, then down at himself, sinking deeper into gloom: all humans are born of father and mother—why is there such a vast difference?

Yun Fengze approached with a calm expression, but his hoarse voice betrayed his inner unease; the motion of collapsing onto the wooden stump could not hide his helplessness in the face of truths he had half-suspected—but which were certainly not good.

Earlier that morning, while strolling outside, she had said there was plenty of time to learn about him—he had seemed so indifferent, yet behind the scenes, he was already plotting to send her away.

For the first time, Lin Xiaomo felt she had finally heard a word of conscience: it was Mo Yitian clinging to him, not her clinging to Mr. Mo.

Still, she had a bit of courage; Feng Wu curled her lips, flicked her hand, and conjured an empty bowl, placing it before Qu You.

Chu Chenxu and she headed to Yipinxiang; behind them, Chen Ming tightly pressed his lips, struggling to suppress his smile.

So he hadn’t lied just now—his stomach truly had been spoiled by her cooking during that time; even after his sister’s incident and their move to a new house, no matter how delicious Fang Yi’s dishes became, he always felt something was missing.

The man finally studied her closely: her long, smooth hair hung neatly over her shoulders, her face flushed crimson from alcohol, her pupils unusually bright, and now her delicate brows were furrowed, her eyes brimming with stubbornness.

Before they had spoken many words, Han Shi and others emerged. Qu Dongsheng turned his head slightly, saw his wife Wang Shuyu was not inside, and turned his gaze toward her.

“Hmph!” Li Yue’s expression turned strange; she ran to Li Ge’s side, refusing to look at Lin Feng. Li Ge looked helplessly at Lin Feng, and they exchanged awkward glances.

Xu Zhe was astonished to see his battle knife had only sliced through the werewolf’s skin and flesh—not the deep, bone-exposing wounds he had expected.