Chapter 101

After the match against IG, NXG soon faced two consecutive weeks of tightly scheduled games.

March 31st.

The purple side faced LM; after Jiang Ming returned to the coaching bench, the five players secured a swift twenty-minute victory. This time, the only thing that surprised countless observers was that the support, Pang Ran, earned MVP with his Thresh.

Just as everyone assumed NXG had revealed all their strategies and other teams could now rush to copy their plays, a single

Junzi Xiu looked at the invisibility talisman on his chest. With his cultivation level, he didn’t want Hui Ci to notice—Hui Ci wouldn’t sense it even if she went blind; the talisman was utterly unnecessary.

“Don’t worry about Uncle Seventeen; just make sure Fifth Master takes care of Sixth Lady,” Guo Sheng replied with a laugh, his peripheral vision catching the Prince of Qin’s gloomy expression. He wondered inwardly: what was wrong with those words? What hidden truth lay beneath?

Ruoshui, having eaten nothing all day, truly felt hungry and didn’t resist, sitting down willingly. Lu Qinghe saw this and smiled faintly, signaling the servants to bring the dishes.

Li Luoluo followed Sima Yunyun, glancing once at Murong Rui, then at Tang Xia.

“Are you going in soon?” The eaves of the Earl of Yongning’s villa were already visible in the distance; Lu Yi asked, gazing at the upturned corners of the roof.

Lan Yue nodded silently. She was already past fifty; even if she harbored hatred, she no longer cared. All she wished now was that Xu Ying would stay by her side, accompanying her through the rest of her life—what else was there to cling to?

Bai Qiao watched Guo Sheng and Hu Panshi fuming, laughing uncontrollably. Bai Jingning watched for a while, then signaled the steward to announce that Messrs. Hu and Xu should calm down; they could speak again once the boat docked.

“If that’s the case…” She was only at the mid-stage of Qi Condensation, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years. He would reach seven or eight years old at five hundred, and full adulthood at five thousand—perhaps even more.

The Chan Sect Sage’s face turned even darker, but both had always revered their Senior Brother; hearing his words, they returned to their seats and fell silent. Yet the Chan Sect Sage’s expression was a riot of emotions, and Ruoshui, who had been secretly watching, felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

But her sudden, violent movement tugged at her lower body, sending a sharp pain surging through her. Her brows instantly knotted tightly, and she collapsed back onto the large bed.

“I just received feedback from subordinate agencies on this matter—I will personally oversee it closely,” replied Hu Yuxin, Director of the Provincial Public Security Department and member of the Provincial Party Standing Committee, his voice firm.

When some of her friends came to her residence to inquire about the soaking slots, she subtly revealed to them the purpose of her visit to Mo Wu Academy, hoping they could recommend a few promising talents.

The only thing she could do was confide her inner anguish to Siying. Siying said that Li Yilin had quarreled bitterly with Situ Xiao over Ji Qing’s matter, which made Mengzhu even more uneasy.

Although the Golden Lion Principality was not as powerful as the Skansen Kingdom, as the capital of a principality, it rivaled Coriano City in scale and grandeur, and in some aspects even surpassed it.

She drove her Tang blade deep, churning the giant’s abdomen into a frothing wave of snow—she had already grievously wounded it. She flipped away, light as a leaf, but then turned back, slashing her blade twice in rapid succession; both spirit cats were struck, crying out as they collapsed into the mud and water.

Xia Haitong shook her head stiffly, her complexion pale beyond measure. She was stunned: how could Li Siqin know these things?

Ye Chengxuan lounged comfortably on the sofa in his bathrobe, gently swirling the glass, making the red wine ripple in concentric circles.

The weak voice of Consort Wang seemed ready to vanish with the faintest breeze; she dared not interrupt, only desperately shook her head.