Chapter 40: I Am Fine

The evening glow filtered through the windows, casting a golden rim over the exquisite dishes spread across the Lin family’s spacious dining table.

Mother Li shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, her forehead damp with sweat, a few strands of gray hair clinging to her temples. From time to time, she would wipe her hands on her apron, her eyes filled with deep concern for the family as she urged, "Young Miss, Young Master, please eat more. The food is exceptionally fresh today."

Fu Siqiao sat quietly at the table, her gaze drifting, her chopsticks—

Something bought for fifty could be sold to Zhang Heng for over a hundred instantly; such a lucrative business could not be found anywhere else.

Su Meihua had originally held some expectations for Zhang Peng, but those hopes were completely shattered the moment he uttered those words.

She knew that while it was technically Lin He’s true home, it was a family he had no desire to be closely involved with.

At that moment, the brothers Su Huping and Su Huqing, as well as their wives Zhou Liping and Chen Qinglian, were all at home. Hearing the commotion, they emerged to see what was happening.

In truth, he was already a lost cause. Qin Dalang spent his days dreaming of encountering someone with a discerning eye who would elevate him to a life of privilege. But the crux of the matter was, did he not know whether he was a dull, dead fish-eye or a genuine pearl?

When I heard that, I was stunned. An affair? Aren't they mother and son? How could this be possible?

"We are incompetent, allowing the young lady to be injured. We ask for the Third Master's punishment." Green Butterfly knelt on one knee to plead guilty.

When Gui Xun'er arrived at the bow of the ship, she discovered that the ropes used to secure the vessel had been severed. This was the primary reason the ship had ultimately run aground. She had already guessed who had sabotaged them; without a doubt, it was Zhu Lü, who must have followed Lu Juji here.

Yet there were many ways to handle it, and Lu Shang had chosen such an extreme approach; he had only himself to blame.

Its surroundings were permeated with the aura of primal ice-element laws, something no martial artist could approach, let alone master.

Compared to Ye Mo, Ah Xing's progress was equally remarkable. Under Ye Mo's guidance, once Ah Xing successfully mastered the basics of the Rama Internal Arts, his cultivation advanced rapidly. Within just a few days, he had already completed his first full cycle of energy circulation.

Although Dongfang Bubai had been fighting for a long time, her strikes remained sharp and her speed showed no signs of flagging. She had made up her mind to kill Ye Mo on the spot and eliminate this master who threatened her position.

What they could not understand was whether Feng Qingyu was truly so skilled that she could accurately gauge the weight of medicinal herbs without a scale, or if she was just throwing them in at random.

On the contrary, if Mu Yuan were to find out that they had tipped off Lingxiao Pavilion, they would likely suffer the same tragic fate as the Cold Jade Sect and the Blazing Fire Sect.

Across the edge of the desert, a dark, slender figure was racing toward them, kicking up clouds of dust in its wake.

This was because his energy cannon was far more powerful than ordinary bombs or shells, as one would expect from an ability user.

"Fine, I'll do whatever you say," my second uncle replied with a nod. My second uncle was a good man in every respect, except for one flaw: he lacked his own resolve. His marriage to my second aunt had been my grandmother's idea; had he possessed a bit more backbone at the time, he never would have ended up with her.

However, Tian Qi had no interest in calculating the losses of others. His only concern now was whether the three of them would be used as pawns by Lu Yechuan today.

Alice and the others lurked in the dense forest, awaiting the arrival of the werewolves. Knowing they would be caught sooner or later, they decided that a surprise ambush was better than being hunted.

"I am only going to take a look. If it turns out I cannot cure him, then so be it; it will be no loss to me." She was also curious about what illness Duan Mingyu suffered from that caused the Old Prince Duan such distress.

The brute's arm stopped two centimeters from Li Feng's chest. Looking at the indifferent Li Feng, he spoke coolly.

Seeing Li Feng look so dejected, the Great Tree Demon immediately felt a sense of relief; even the air he breathed seemed to carry a faint, sweet fragrance.