Seventy-eight. Truly, Yu is a fool.

After handing the two transmission arrays to Su Lan, Pei Xiunian returned to Chengqian Hall; he did not linger long at the Empress Dowager’s quarters. Even though he’d used stardust as a cover, it would hardly do for him to vanish after stepping out of the carriage and leave his own chambers unattended for too long. At court he’d forced all the high officials to bow their heads, but that did not mean the opposing factions would thus simply lower their banners and cease their intrigues. They dared not spread rumors about the Empress Dowager, so as the prince now at the height of favor, he naturally became their next target.

Wei Ling, pondering inwardly, found herself unable to see through Lin Feng. How could someone at the Condensing Spirit level exude such a terrifying, blood-soaked aura, as if he had slaughtered tens of thousands?

She briefly recounted the circumstances of the first and second trials, as well as the difficulties now faced in the retrial. In the end, she spoke of her beliefs regarding procedural and substantive justice. They must not only press forward but do so with the resolve of moving mountains, clearing away every obstacle along their path, uprooting every stone of confusion and fog.

After casting Lin Feng a faint glance, Su Qian set down her teacup. Suddenly she rose, walked behind Lin Feng, and wrapped her arms around him. Lin Feng, who had just begun to relax, instantly tensed up. Through the bathrobe he could feel her astonishing curves, and his mouth went dry.

Qin Hao had no time to waste on these men. Without even moving his hands, he gave a slight tremor, and the few security guards who had been speaking were sent flying several meters away. However, since they were only doing their jobs and had done nothing wrong, Qin Hao had used a deft touch and did not harm them.

Luo Hou’s words carried a hidden meaning, leaving the onlookers even more stunned. The Sacred Court of Ling Tian was supposed to act as an impartial party today, seemingly at the invitation of the Primordial Sacred Court. Could it be that the two great courts were truly putting their old grievances aside? If so, would Lin Feng not be in grave danger?

Xi Dan blinked, then realized what was happening. She muttered “shameless” under her breath and turned to leave, while Shui Xinliya couldn’t help but smile.

“Master, shouldn’t Bai Jingtian be moved to another holding cell to avoid future trouble?” The man in green, now won over by Su Ruoxi, addressed the black-clad elder.

In many places, the fiber optic network was already cut, satellite communications were down, but radio signals still worked.

Qiu Li lowered her head and smiled. How wonderful—Baili Xi had gotten her out, so now she could finally spend time with him.

“Driver, I won’t be going home just yet. Please turn around—I have another place to be.” Ling Lan’s fighting spirit surged anew; she had never tailed anyone before and could not contain her excitement.

“What headquarters?” Gu Hanhao and Ling Lan both jolted in surprise, each grabbing one of Du Qianying’s arms, exclaiming in shock.

“Work?” Gu Hanhao asked curiously, walking over as the people around Zheng Bo quickly made room for him.

After returning triumphant from Nan Yun, she had noticed a change in Xiao Sheng. She had never questioned him, not until that day, when half drunk and half awake, he finally poured out the truth he’d kept in his heart.

“Greetings, Grand General!” Before long, Jia Xu entered the hall and performed the full ceremonial rites before Cao Cao. A month prior, Cao Cao had ordered the Emperor to issue an edict, bestowing upon him the title of Grand General so that he might campaign against Yuan Shu.

Liu Bei shouted repeatedly for his troops to fall back, at the same time ordering the shield-bearers to advance and cover the retreat. But chaos had erupted, and it was difficult for his commands to be carried out. Fortunately, the enemy remained standing beneath their bamboo rafts, not daring to advance, so after running a hundred or two hundred meters, Liu Bei’s soldiers escaped the enemy’s range.

The One-browed Daoist was not one to show mercy. He leapt into the air, yet his heart remained fixed on the three giant wolves below. Seeing that they could not use their magical attacks, he burst out laughing, unleashing a barrage of spells—lightning, fire dragons, and ice arrows rained down like a storm, striking hard upon the three azure wolves.

After the Qing cavalry had circled the battlefield, they took only the heads and left the bodies. Over a thousand Eight Banner soldiers withdrew in perfect formation under the watchful eyes of those on the city walls, retreating in strict order.