Chapter 972: Counter-Encirclement

After hearing Wang Jizhi’s words, Li Dongling asked again.

If you asked a passerby what Lingyun Technology’s main business was, they’d most likely say printing shops and internet cafes.

Because on many streets in Yanjing, Shanghai, and Pengcheng, signs for Lingyun Chain Printing and Chain Internet Cafes now hung everywhere.

And the number was spreading at an astonishing rate—this was the public’s impression of Lingyun Technology.

Let alone outsiders

Many people would say this, but unless it happened to them, it was just meaningless nonsense.

His gaze swept between Yan Lao and Chen Mu; when it finally landed on Chen Mu’s body, Chen Mu felt a powerful surge pass over him.

He Fu and He Mu, along with Jing Nianyuan, saw Fu Wei step out and hurriedly asked about He Tingting’s condition; when they learned she was fine and asleep, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luna’s body had recovered considerably; she silently summoned her giant umbrella. Ying Zheng drew his right hand, raising his index finger, a thread of light flickering between his fingertips.

Inner-disciple candidates must first challenge the top twenty inner-disciples; only if they win can they enter the final round.

Lei Jiuxiao frowned, discovering that alongside Flame King, Ye Qingxue and Lie Yunxi had also entered the arena.

The flood of embarrassment and fury in Liu Baiye’s eye sockets revealed her anger had reached its breaking point.

“Who told you to act recklessly? Your wound is bleeding.” Scolding poured out, yet so did helpless tenderness.

When Gu Nian returned home, she noticed the bruise on her hand hadn’t faded; fortunately, it was late autumn, and her sweater concealed it well. Throughout her journey, she regretted not kicking him harder—she wished she’d kicked him just once to vent her rage.

He slipped quietly out of bed, washed up, and changed clothes. Seeing He Tingting sleeping peacefully, he didn’t disturb her. Outside, the sky was still gray and dim.

Mo Youxun looked at the item in Duan Chongyan’s hand—a handwritten medical text. The handwriting was elegant and neat, with detailed annotations, extremely refined and profound.

He sensed something hidden deep within the Stone Forest, constantly watching them, ready to strike at any moment; dark shadows flashed briefly across the stone pillars.

“Am I that boring?” That was the responsibility of the Lin family elders—he had no interest in taking over.

Bai Fanghai beside me had his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought—what was he pondering? Himself or someone else?

Hua Xi also felt a pang of sorrow; she had spent fifteen years as an oblivious fool, wasting those years pointlessly.

Xu Lingyang was at the age where he grew quickly and had a huge appetite; the breakfast he’d eaten was long digested, his stomach already growling. Now, hearing A Jiu list the dishes, his taste buds stirred—he felt even hungrier.

“Keep the entire General’s Mansion under tight watch. Since they’ve come in, don’t let them leave!” Ning Fei ordered bitterly.

The old woman cursed at the door for a while; when she saw no response from inside the house, she stormed in, dragged out all the luggage piled by the entrance on the first floor, and angrily dumped it on the roadside outside.

This eased Ye Qingcheng considerably; no matter what lay ahead, as long as they were by her side, no matter how great the difficulty, they would face it together.

He had sought doctors before, but all said his sister’s legs were beyond repair. Gradually, he lost hope, living in guilt.

Two years had passed since the “Golden Lion” last appeared; Wei Er didn’t want to miss the chance to encounter the “Golden Lion”—mainly because he was confident that if things didn’t go well, he could escape, and also because he was truly bored.

Gu Xuanjin frowned, about to pull the person away, when Su Jin pressed his hand, stopping him from intervening; Gu Xuanjin relented, narrowing his eyes to watch.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust A Run—just that after learning illusion techniques, A San could transmit the images he saw directly into Ningning’s mind, effectively acting like a surveillance satellite.