Chapter Sixty-Five: Signs of Change

Lu Yalan pulled herself from her memories. Looking at the glass snow globe again, she felt her interest wane—it was just an ordinary item, no different from any other merchandise. To her, it no longer held any special meaning. She smiled with relief. Her father, Lu Shibang, was now no different from the other members of the Lu family in her heart.

It was as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders; though she felt a touch of melancholy, her spirits soon revived.

Luo Chengying’s shop was not large—business was conducted below while the living quarters were upstairs. It didn’t take long to look through the entire store.

Now that she was more familiar with Luo Chengying, Lu Yalan teased him openly, “I always thought you were a scholar or an official. Who would have guessed you’re a merchant! I think you’d make a fine—”

That year, the Forbidden Abyss remained silent; no further changes occurred, and even the ten-thousand-zhang-high End of Dharma ‘Gate’ stood there in utter stillness, without the slightest alteration.

“Maybe… maybe they have other plans!” Ivanov answered, hesitating, though even he didn’t quite believe his own words.

If that were the case, he would become the culprit. Such a situation could not be allowed. The most urgent task now was to eliminate both the human-faced being and the puppet. Both were shrouded in mystery, and it would be wise to abandon the idea of testing himself against them.

Vasilis suddenly remembered—weren’t these the two subordinates of Chen he’d seen in West Asia?

Unruffled City stood atop Calm Sea Island at the very center of the Calm Sea. Towering, formidable walls enclosed the entire island, and the city’s powerful defensive array had never ceased functioning, shielding Unruffled City from the invasions of sea-dwelling outsiders.

No wonder this is a high-tech terminal computer. As soon as Chen Yufan’s thoughts turned that way, a series of details about Han Bing appeared before his eyes.

“Try taking one of my moves, too!” Liu Yansong’s intention to set up a formation was noticed by Du Boyan, making Liu Yansong somewhat disgruntled. But when he sensed his mana almost destroyed one of the formations inside the Demon-Binding Rope’s pocket dimension, his eyes lit up.

Luo Qin nodded and walked straight past Mao Ji without sparing him a glance.

Bao Feiyang’s strained nerves suddenly relaxed. With Zhao Liping no longer sleeping in the next room, he could finally unwind.

Twenty minutes later, when Zao Guoquan emerged from the ruins, his face was still grim, but it was no longer the ghastly iron-blue it had been. His close confidants exchanged glances, knowing it was time to report the battle’s outcome.

He drew his bow, calculating that the Ming officer was well beyond range. Still, he had to loose the arrow, even if only to frighten the officer away.

Qi Yuling did not answer Long Tian, only shrugged, indicating he had no opinion. Long Tian’s gaze then swept to Qin Ri.

Six hundred million won—how much was that? Her monthly salary was only a few hundred thousand, and even in a year it barely reached a few million. To spend six hundred million on a car was beyond her imagination.

“Mother—!” A blood-curdling scream came from that direction, and the group immediately threw themselves to the ground in panic.

Ryan coughed, nodded at Abbas, muttered something, and strode out the hatch in his army boots.

After returning to the valley, they rested well for two days. Liu Xiaoyu wasn’t in a hurry to have the travel company send someone for inspection; after all, this was the first hurdle he had to clear. Otherwise, he might as well let his father handle it locally in Nanjing.

Zhang Yunfei, though frustrated, saw that Xiner had already dashed off and vanished. So, he brazenly reached out to touch Ya’er’s chest.

“No, if you have nothing to do with the Nine-Clawed Divine Dragon Sovereign, why do you possess his techniques? No matter who you are, you won’t be leaving today.” Jin Yi muttered to himself, his face twisting ever more viciously, eyes bloodshot, as if he and Long Wuming shared a deep, irreconcilable enmity.