Eighty-Eight. We Shall Meet Again Beneath the Moonlight of the Jasper Terrace (Combined Edition)

The touch of their lips lasted only an instant. Yet Meng Qingyuan felt as though her mind had gone blank, every thought extinguished in that fleeting moment.

Only when the sensation upon her lips had faded did she come to herself. She was just about to push Pei Xiunian away, but when she reached out, she found nothing to push against.

Only then did the Empress Dowager open the eyes that had somehow closed of their own accord. She saw Pei Xiunian already standing a step away, and she hurriedly lowered her head again.

In the midst of cultivation, Nieshao’s speed had already reached its limit. Zhan Lin had been right: the owner of that voice from before was someone he knew, someone so familiar he could never mistake him. That furious shout had been his master, Kater’s, voice.

The one hundred and eighty-three figure, suspended in midair, suddenly twisted at the waist and deftly spun around, turning to face behind him. Then, with both legs together in a single hop, his body seemed to become a water sphere that had fallen from a wall, rolling and dropping back to the ground.

“Senior Bu, this matter will need your help. I’m afraid only you can repair the soul of the Heavenly Lion Beast. As long as we heal it, it will never trouble your father again!” Nieshao said with a faint smile to Bu Ting.

The King of Golden Saints looked at Fang Guohuan, Jian Liang, and Luo Kun before him and said in surprise, “Are all you men of the Han so extraordinary? Why are all the Han I have seen no common mortals?” The King of Golden Saints had never been to the central plains and rarely descended from Snow Peak; the number of strangers he had seen was limited, but his divine skill was unmatched, and at a glance he could discern the worth of those before him.

Shi Hua grew secretly anxious. He slipped into the secret passage the imperial palace had once used for comings and goings, changed into a eunuch’s clothing, and only then emerged.

“Liangdong acted rashly, yet thanks to my lord’s magnanimity and forbearance, and your willingness to treat others with generosity, how could I dare repeat the same mistake now?” Though Lin Feng’s tone was mild, Zhao Liangdong only seemed more restrained, his dark face flushing deep red.

The sun was already fully risen, yet Snow Moon Trace still had not объявised the start of the dragon knight selection. The knights waiting there gradually grew impatient, but no one said a word; all persevered in waiting. Who knew whether this might be a psychological test, like the selection for high-ranking dragon knights?

It fit very well, and the tailoring was comfortable too, worthy of an international brand. Wang Yu only tried it on out of courtesy, after all it was a kind gesture from someone else, and the clothes were surely expensive; if they cost thousands or tens of thousands, how could he possibly accept them without embarrassment? After taking them off, Wang Yu casually glanced at the price tag.

“Li Ruchuan!” Fang Guohuan blurted out in shock. Though he looked different from the Li Ruchuan of the chess arena back then, Fang Guohuan recognized him at a glance.

“Very well, you all should rest for a while. We are not far from Ancestral Dragon Mountain now; I believe they will not dare to come back.” After traveling several dozen more li, they had already reached the foot of Ancestral Dragon Mountain. Shen Shichen waved a hand to signal everyone to rest.

Lowering my head as I returned to the restaurant, I found the hall quiet as a grave. Only then did I realize a news report was playing on the television, and they were all watching it.

The next moment, she saw Fifth Miao turn her head to say something to Murong Chong, then walk gracefully toward the center of the dragon platform.

In winter, some merchants and wealthy households in the Spirit Capital would hang half-length curtains at their doors to keep out the cold wind.

“Princess.” Shan Lan could not help lowering her voice. “This servant has seen that Prince Lin’an. He really looks very much like the one from back then…” She trailed off.

Yang Ding naturally knew Liu Mang was deliberately making things difficult for him. Hearing that effeminate voice, he almost wanted to slap him across the face. Wasn’t he just a dog at Bai Weiwei’s side? And yet he really thought he was somebody.

The Dragon Radiance Bell suddenly trembled, erupting in a blaze of light that crushed straight toward the Kunmo Roc.

“Something more thrilling? And how thrilling would that be?” Ye Xingchen said without even turning his head, his tone utterly indifferent, as though he were speaking of something entirely unrelated.