Chapter 48: Still Holding a Grudge?

“Friend.”

Shen Liangyan answered concisely, his dark eyes cold and deep.

So the friend the innkeeper spoke of was Shen Liangyan, wasn’t it?

She guessed as much and couldn’t help but ask aloud.

“No.”

Shen Liangyan let out a short laugh. “Did you really think I came to the inn looking for you?”

The young man paused, then turned abruptly, holding her gaze for at least three seconds—White Chen’s earnest expression seemed to leave him at a loss for words.

With the resurgence of spiritual energy, the miasma in the marsh quickly corroded an entire city, transforming it into a zone of death.

A blood-red blade of light swept in from the distance, finally striking the guardian and felling him as easily as cutting down weeds.

The moment this shadow appeared, I immediately felt dizzy and nauseous, my head pounding as if it would split open.

“The shadow was already captured by that child just now.” Liu Tianlong left only his silhouette behind as he soared into the sky.

When Li Feilong and the others heard this, their laughter instantly died. They weren’t fools; they could easily imagine that if Ye Mo destroyed the entire Cui family, it would likely provoke the nation, especially drawing the attention of a certain department.

I saw droplets of blood start to spray through the air. In just a few exchanges, the burly man was already drenched in blood.

Everything she did now was for the sake of marrying Senior Ye Lin in peace. But now she had offended his mother, which would only make marrying Ye Lin much harder.

In truth, they had known for a long time: once a broken soul is taken away by the Underworld, there is no turning back. As for the promise that I could see An Ran again once I became strong, it was merely a stalling tactic—a long, slow way for me to forget these feelings.

“This video can’t be handed over to the police.” Liu Lu made her decision. It would be bad for Liu Kunlun. Though she was innocent, she was not naïve; she knew right from wrong. Not only would she not hand over the evidence to the police, but she would even help Liu Kunlun in court.

—Then, live with all your might. Dead-dead-dead, in the end, still dead, and the manner of death always bizarre and absurd.

“How terrifying!” Ying cried out in alarm, turning to run again. Unexpectedly, she tripped over a step and fell hard to the ground.

In four thousand years, Locke had reached his current achievements. To outsiders, this knight seemed both prodigiously talented and the founder of a vast legacy.

Such a situation allowed Lan Ze to breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, his curiosity about Jiang Han only deepened.

Tu Ming didn’t linger in the Valley of Mists, nor did he wander its depths. After discussing matters in the main hall with Tai Bai and others for a while, he mounted the Skeleton Warship and left, everything shrouded in mystery.

“I am Lan Xiangxin. In life, those of the martial world called me the Mad Swordsman. What year is it now?” The ghost named Lan Xiangxin looked on with scarlet eyes, a hint of pride flickering within.

Bathed in the radiance of the great God of Light, the angels firmly believed that after their fall, they would accompany the God of Light in another form of consciousness for all eternity.

Of course, they also knew that Red Mengyao probably did this of her own accord. Though many male cultivators died at her hands because of her seductive arts, Red Mengyao herself was all talk and no action—her sharp tongue caused trouble, but she had never crossed the line herself…

With his heart clear and tranquil, Ye Yang ignored the world around him, slipping into an ethereal state. He let go of himself, casting aside all restraints. In his perception, only three things remained: ice, flame, and sound—three forces intertwined, restraining and nurturing each other.

The limited space and strict daily routine meant Jiang Li had no opportunity to make a mess of her living quarters. In fact, she suffered from bouts of obsessive tidying disorder; you’d find her living room perfectly in order. As for the kitchen, ever since Jiang Wan last visited, Jiang Li hadn’t even stepped inside.