Chapter 154

Xu Xin froze.

For a moment, she thought she'd heard things—even Liu Jiankai's voice seemed to come from far away.

Several seconds passed before Xu Xin asked in disbelief: "What? What did you say?"

Liu Jiankai could guess his boss's mood, because he'd felt the same way himself just earlier.

He repeated the current situation, confirming the person on the other end hadn't misheard.

Unable to hold back, Xu Xin blurted out three words: "Why—"

Seeing that it still couldn't land a hit, the white skull let out a loud, shrill, agonized cry.

"They're our own family, yet they're so close to Yuan Yuan!" Zhou Ruiyang sighed helplessly and chased after them.

"How did you know?" An Youran stared, dumbfounded by Xiao Suchen's piercing insight, speechless.

"What a coincidence." Shu Mo was just about to buy both when a familiar voice came from behind, laced with disdain.

Suddenly, a man burst into her line of sight; Qianqian tensed, halted, and turned to leave—but he stepped forward and blocked her path.

Li Moran pushed open the door; this was Ye Xiaomei's first time entering the big house, and she looked around curiously.

Changsun Wuji was the real ruthless one—he dragged every wife and concubine in Bishacheng out by their hair onto the platform, where pile after pile of hemp cloth and basket after basket of coins were laid out.

"Child, don't you want to be a father anymore?" Jin Feng knew how much pain her son carried, but she didn't want to lose her grandson either.

Colleagues watched the news, frantically scrolling through online updates; Weibo had broken the story, and many insiders had come forward to speak.

Xue Meng understood Wei Mo's meaning, walked over to Lu Mo, patted his shoulder, and whispered low: "Cooperate with Wei Mo—I'll give you justice."

Chen Hao instinctively opened his eyes, but the blinding light hurt them—he quickly shut them, adjusted his posture, then opened them again.

In the end, using the complete mirror should open that door, awaken the master of the inner spiritual hall, and engage them in combat—only then would the entire spiritual hall be fully conquered.

Jiang Chuan pushed open the door; inside the red room, Hua Niang sat covered by a red veil, looking bewildered.

"I'm watching with my eyes open," Yu Qi realized he shouldn't have spoken—this man had no friends outside of cultivation.

Suddenly, his body began to shake violently; thick black smoke poured from within him, swirling around his form. The smoke seemed alive, coalescing rapidly under his command into the shape of a giant squid, its eight tentacles thrashing in the air, terrifyingly majestic.

Tang Zhiyan shed her nightgown, swapped it for her original short skirt, picked up the bag holding the wine-red nightgown, and strode out of the dormitory.

The others went back to bathe first; Wang Tao headed to city hall, where Gu Yun was still working, his face heavy with worry.

The leader was a massive, burly man, his muscles knotted like forged iron. He wore a red soft armor, radiating an imposing aura, standing firm as an unshakable mountain.

Memories of these past years surfaced involuntarily in his mind, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his face.

The old monk could no longer run, and Yu Qi had been struck into exhaustion—but to ensure the old monk didn't escape, he kept slowly closing in.

Ahead, the towering city wall filled everyone with a sense of solemnity.

Behind the dragon-shaped barrier wall lay a world unlike the surroundings—here, birds sang and flowers bloomed; the air flowed with pure spiritual energy, as well as pure dragon breath and dragon soul qi.

This was Jun Mocheng's promise to everyone—and to himself. He respected her choice, so no matter what she decided, he would support her fully.