Chapter 92: White Light Appears over West Lake in June

Tong Guan stammered, “Your Highness, this servant—this servant is to disguise himself as a young master?”

Zhao Ti said, “Don’t you want to?”

Tong Guan hurriedly shook his head, “I want to, I want to—but this servant has never been a young master before.”

Zhao Ti smiled, “Before entering the palace, did you ever go to the gambling stalls near Zhouqiao?”

Tong Guan replied, “I went a few times, but only three or five—this servant grew up poor, with hardly a copper coin to his name. I only watched the crowds; I could never afford to gamble.”

Including the one that had collided and pulled, five flame lizards charged toward Li Xun, and there were three more elite monsters. The five monsters sprinting at an angle shattered the flame lizards’ formation, and with the earth wall the mage had just summoned, what had looked like a mighty charge now splintered into scattered clusters here and there.

“It’s doable, sure—but that’s just your fan meeting, and everyone who comes is your fan…” Hong Shengcheng didn’t finish; the implication was clear: wasn’t this stealing Li Xianhao’s fans? Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?

While the trainees prepared, Li Xianhao, Hong Shengcheng, and the senior management of AT Company, along with several judge teachers, arrived at the scene.

As long as some soul energy was sacrificed, Wang Yu could channel more power into this world; judging from Chen Feng’s soul energy, if no one died, only a thousand souls’ worth would be needed for him to become immune to that world’s suppression.

But could this be blamed on the Star Lord of Yuheng? Who could have foreseen that Dongfang Mou, who had co-founded the Dongfang Guild with Dongfang Caizi and Dongfang Feng, would betray them at the war’s critical moment?

Slowly, Park Jiyeon’s gaze toward Li Xianhao grew pensive and reluctant.

After Zhang Qinpei’s incident, he summoned Jiang Wei and Zhuan Zhu to carry out the second phase of his plan to destroy Zhang Yang.

But when he saw the dragon’s body, split open and raw with wounds, a nameless sorrow surged in his heart, as if a close relative were slipping away from them.

Lin Wanbai didn’t care what time it was; she rushed toward the front desk—but at this hour, who would still be there?

Bi Yun lowered her head, silently sensing the regret and tenderness in his tone. Though mute, her mind was sharp; after Chen Fuyun left last night, Bi Yun had felt hollow and lost.

A few minutes later, a man appeared, also dressed in pajamas, and opened the iron door.

Zhu Canpu had arrived in this world long before her; perhaps he could reveal something about her mother.

“Uncle Zhang, let’s go see the Qingtian stone instead. Staying here chatting uselessly isn’t doing anything!” Gou Erdong hurriedly said.

Seeing the two grinning, Xu Ziling glared at them—but they weren’t afraid. Seeing him flustered, they laughed louder, forcing Xu Ziling to retreat. “We don’t have many fireworks at home—should we go buy some?” Seeing Xu Ziling’s embarrassment, Yang Ruolan smiled sweetly and changed the subject.

Li Litian was the first at school to know Xu Ziling and had spent the most time with him; though he didn’t fully understand Xu Ziling’s character, he knew him well enough—seven or eight tenths.

He wanted to work at the Public Security Bureau, not at a factory or company. If it were the latter, Xia Yunjie might have been able to help with an introduction—but the Public Security Bureau? How could Xia Yunjie, just a lowly employee, possibly help?

But Su Zhe could wait no longer; he had to leave, for he had sensed someone breaking into the house.

He picked up a washbasin from the floor, laid the toiletries on the ground, turned, ran to the bathroom, brought back a basin of cold water, and handed it to Wang Qiusheng.

Although Gongsun Zan was clashing with him, he was already in dire straits; Yuan Shao’s unification of the north was all but certain.