Chapter 624: Water Pearl Grass and Golden Sand

At the bottom of the Ink Pool, eight zhang below, cracks lie hidden between the soil; when disturbed, bubbles rise, and those containing jade pearls are the spring’s essence jade.

Of course, not every bubble contains a jade pearl, not every disturbance produces bubbles, and not every stone fissure yields Water Pearl Grass.

There are many such void fissures in the world; a few are valuable, such as those in the major celestial realms, some have slight value but little worth, such as…

Yet over these years, relying on his spirit master’s influence, he has not come away empty-handed—his gain has been martial techniques.

Meng Yinan said; Zhang Xuan took it and looked: the first photo showed a corpse, still unfallen, dug out from the wall of a thirty-year-old building.

That night, the eleven youths gathered again, naturally filled with excitement. Someone suggested they drink together, and so they did.

No one knew Chen Feng better than she; she knew exactly what kind of man he was—his ambition was not in the military, but in cuisine, in a carefree life.

Fan Dengbiao did not mention continuing to lay the nets after midnight, but he did bring up the fact that it had rained that night.

But Huo Xinning’s words had already been spoken; to retract them, especially after they had entered Shangguan Runze’s ears, seemed impossible—especially if Shangguan Runze were to repeat them.

Mu Qianxia gazed far into the distance and saw Gu Li seemingly speaking to the Southern Barbarian Princess; unfortunately, the distance was too great for her to hear what they were saying.

In this era, cars were still luxuries; during the day, few vehicles roamed the roads, and at night, even fewer.

I don’t know how long it passed; perhaps Xu Tianming grew annoyed and went down to play cards?

But she knew Ling Siye would not abandon her without reason—he must be even more anxious than she was.

Because this place was closer to Qiao Zhongxuan’s hospital, Tong Ma made no objection—treating Mo Mo’s injuries came first.

Yin Xiang saw this, leapt from his horse into the air before Rui Canji, blew a whistle backward, and the fiery steed spun sharply in the night and galloped far away.

When I left Chongzheng Palace last night, I rushed out too hastily and never asked Su Zichuan how he would explain his visit to Mu Yun; now Su Zichuan has left with ease, but Mu Yun—a living volcano—still awaits eruption.

Immediately, Leng Shaochen lowered his head again, as if that brief eye contact had never occurred.

The old Mao Qing was not like this—he always shared things with her; this expression of his clearly concealed or avoided something.

Short hair cut even with her ears, fair skin, an oval face, and bright eyes. Especially when she smiled, her eyes narrowed, her nose wrinkled slightly—her look was utterly captivating.

She simply felt that the previous remark, though cold, carried unexpected warmth—she would never forget it. Liang Yimo always had a feeling that Manager Liu treated her quite well.

A human whom she could always defeat had suddenly become her equal—it left the Ghost Commander deeply puzzled.

The cafeteria food, though not excellent, was certainly not as terrible as Cheng Peipei claimed; raising this topic was merely an excuse to get free meals.

“Hey!” Li Ziqi stripped Su Nan’s clothes off completely, ensuring nothing remained on his body; she tried to remove the ring from his hand but could not, so she gave up and pulled out a large bag, stuffing Su Nan inside.

Li Zhixian heard Qiao Lin say she would return to find her sister for a solution; suddenly her expression changed—she recalled seeing the Crown Princess two days prior, when the woman had looked astonished, spoken to Qiao Lin with a stern tone, as if accusing her—could it be…? Li Zhixian shook her head and joined the others heading for the harbor.