Chapter 66 No Outright Refusal

"Forget it, I'll go back myself."

Jin Shixun frowned slightly, though without any trace of blame. He hastily grabbed his car keys and hurried back to the Jin family estate.

"Young Master!"

"Where are the documents delivered by the company today?"

As soon as Jin Shixun entered and put down his coat, he asked the housekeeper nearby.

...

She had thought that by speaking to her so openly, and given how much Yan Qiya liked Yan Yu, the thought of being able to marry Yan Yu would make her happy.

Mu Qianchen cared little for what they thought; his gaze swept back and forth across the classroom, failing to find Mo Ningyao anywhere.

Yan Yu remained seated in the car without stepping out. Sanjin got out first, glanced at the dented body of the car, and walked toward Yeluo.

At that time, she had only one notion: the more admirers she had, the more charming she proved to be. Back then, she had never once considered the consequences.

Yet she saw him raise a hand to halt them. Everyone behind him, including the entire army of the Soul Clan, obeyed instantly—stopping in their tracks to await further instructions.

These words finally softened Lin Di's resolve. Hesitating, and seeing an opening, Ma Miao slowly stepped back toward her and took the scissors from her hand. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ma Miao quickly retreated a few paces to a safe distance, making sure Lin Di could not lunge at her.

Clearly, these were mere outposts. Their numbers were few, but they acted like eyes, capable of spotting them first.

With Gu Ying no longer by his side, Sandy's complexion turned even worse. His breathing grew labored and gasping, he lacked the strength to speak, and his eyes could barely remain open.

Zhang Wangxi took a deep breath. Previously, he had buried that magical flying sword beneath the arena precisely to restrict Qifu's earth-escape technique. Yet now, Qifu's performance of this art instantly rendered his efforts entirely meaningless.

Li Zhichen paused slightly. Seeing that he had been speaking at length, Xue Qingyun handed him a cup of tea from the side. Li Zhichen smiled gently at her, took the cup, and slowly sipped a few times.

The Masters of Tianlong Temple, Yuhu Temple, and Yunanzi pushed out their palms in unison, unleashing a wave of vajra internal energy that instantly dispersed the poisonous mist. Looking forward, they saw that Gu Du Changhen had already retreated fifty or sixty paces, on the verge of vanishing into the Black Wood Forest.

Hearing Shangguan Yun address Gongsun Ba directly by name, the man realized the intruder harbored malicious intent and roared, "You're courting death! Is the Cult Master's name something you are permitted to utter?" With a flick of his gaze, a dozen men brandishing swords and spears rushed forward all at once.

Shortly after, Jiang Feng took the three Heavenly Corpse Kings into another dimension, concealing them deep beneath the earth of White Cloud City in Sichuan, right beneath the Jiang residence.

In truth, anyone capable of walking out of this golden palace and proclaiming Yan Bailou as their imperial father could only be an imperial prince of Great Yan, without a moment's hesitation.

Standing on the iron chain bridge behind the Liangnan Mountains, as they watched the disheartened figures of their fellow brothers-in-arms departing one by one, the remaining freshmen felt not a shred of joy.

"Ruyan, how should this be interpreted? Could it possibly be that you believe I murdered Xiao Jun?" Jin Tianze smiled bitterly.

"Very well then. Let us see if you can take him away today, or perhaps you will be the one who remains behind."

Liuyun Mountain derived its name from the Liuyun Sect. The Liuyun Sect was a sacred cultivation ground on the Immortal Spirit Continent, and even more so, the abode of immortals in the eyes of ordinary mortals. Those who emerged from this place were referred to simply as immortals by common folk—not merely because of their formidable power, but because of the deeds they performed for ordinary people.

Pushing the door open and stepping inside, the two men within the room caught sight of Murong Qingran and immediately dropped to their knees in respectful kowtow: "Greetings, Master."

Jun Ze's eyelids twitched at the words "old witch," but since the situation remained unclear, he chose to let it pass.

Qingfeng knew that the person inside was the very reason Hua Zi'mo could no longer stay by the Emperor's side to serve him. Yet he was equally well aware that the reason he himself had been sent to serve here was because the Emperor trusted him.