Volume 1, Chapter 32: Do You Still Love Me?

I kept my head down, saying nothing, and merely hurried to clear the shards from the floor.

Seeing me continue to play the deaf-mute, Shen Yixiao spoke up with irritation, "Are you a mute? Answer me!"

Everyone in the hall knew that the Qin family of Yuzhou Island was a commercial giant with centuries of history, maintaining trade routes across countless islands. To be questioned here in this tiny backwater of Shanxi Island—if their top brass were to find out and come to settle the score, I fear even Master Huaiyuan’s position as island lord would be in jeopardy.

"Ziling was hit by her too," Baili Dengfeng said suddenly, sounding more like he was talking to himself.

A sound, yet it could not be heavy; the requirements were simply too demanding. Often, after a round of caning, the person most exhausted was the one wielding the rod, not the one receiving the blows.

However, perhaps because his rank was too low and he was still a newcomer, he had not yet been assigned any high-stakes files.

"Heh, you’re looking more beautiful every day, sister. No wonder old man Zhao hasn't stopped babbling about you since he got back!" Cao Peng said with an innocent, harmless smile.

Shan Hong was notoriously protective of his own. This time, his student Xu Feiyang had clashed with Chu Feng and was now severely wounded. Unwilling to accept the outcome, Shan Hong had sought to cause trouble for Chu Feng and the Dao Academy, only to run into Feng Yue’s presence, where he was rebuffed into silence, losing all face.

Following this, Dongfang Shuo looked down at Su Yang, who lay on the ground. His clothes had been scorched to charcoal by the intense flames, his hair was disheveled, and his brows were tightly knit.

Yet the villagers only stared at them, saying not a word. Dengfeng was instantly dispirited and turned to look at Su Yang.

"I understand the Celestial Venerable’s intent. Cultivators have always been judged by their strength; there is no justice to speak of. Therefore, one must learn to endure in silence and know when to bend and when to stretch," Yi Xuan said, his eyes clear as he spoke with eloquence.

Time slipped away, bit by bit. The ice-seed blue eye was finally fully revealed, appearing crystal clear like fine jade, so captivating that one could hardly bear to put it down. From a distance, it looked just like a human eye, staring back at everyone.

In truth, a large portion of the people supported Li Si’er. As she had argued, does it follow that all concubines are bad?

It was clear that Tie Xian was deeply grateful for our return of Tie Xijun, but he was a cold and reserved man, unskilled with words. He merely led us to the reception room to share tea, saying nothing further. We all introduced ourselves, naturally using aliases.

Ye Xiangchen and Fan Tianqing’s expressions did not change in the slightest. Both possessed the ability to shield their minds; how could mere sound waves affect them?

Nodding, Reba did not respond. It was clear that her tension had not fully dissipated, and coupled with what Xia Mo had said, she needed time to process it all.

Whether it was being lowly or practicing forbearance, Zhao Lanrong had spent these years vividly embodying the saying, "A gentleman takes revenge, even ten years is not too late." To this end, she had specifically instructed Wei Chengshu to get close to Pei Tingqing and become his good friend. Later, when Pei Shuyi appeared, Zhao Lanrong even had Wei Chengshu pursue her.

"What did you say?" The man’s eyes widened, and he looked at Zhang Liang before him with a hint of disbelief. Had anyone else spoken to him in such a manner, he would likely have dismissed them as a lunatic long ago.

Although my eyes were tightly shut and I could not open them, I could still clearly perceive everything around me through the laws of Yin and Yang.

Hearing this, Ye Xiangchen finally understood; this Cao Da clearly mistook his cultivation process for an act of endurance.

The diplomatic mission from the Chenyang Kingdom had moved out of Leng Yixiu’s villa. In truth, Feng Yinan had no desire to stay there any longer. If not for the fact that Leng Yixiu was the official in charge of the Great Competition for the Dazhao Kingdom, he would have wished never to cross paths with him again for the rest of his life.