Chapter 62 Happy Birthday

The night fell like a vast black satin, gently draping over the world. Only a crescent moon at the edge of the sky cast a faint silver glow, covering the earth in a hazy veil.

The garden's pathway lights emitted a soft radiance, stretching everyone's shadows long.

Fu Xiaotao skipped ahead like a joyous little fawn. A pure smile bloomed on her face, and her bright eyes brimmed with memories of the day's merry times.

As for the other five inspectors, they were likewise mutants, and of such a high rank that even Lifeng was unable to sense them.

The rhythmic rolling of the carriage wheels suddenly ceased. Xiahou Yin pulled open the carriage door, only to see Zhao Guanghui and several others dismount from their horses and ride up to surround them.

A meal concluded amidst the mutual bickering between Tang Ming and Jessica. Even though Kim Taeyeon's recent outburst had silenced them momentarily, neither was willing to concede defeat. They glared at each other, eyes wide as if engaged in a contest to see whose could open wider.

Jinx and Orianna successively unleashed their ultimate abilities, coordinating with their teammates to instantly vaporize Leng Yun and Jiang Qing—such is the explosive damage of a burst-ult composition.

Hearing this, Lin Wan experienced a sudden moment of enlightenment. With a faint smile, she nodded toward Qingtong outside the water pavilion.

"I no longer dwell on the future. I think things are quite nice as they are now," she said after a brief silence.

On the way to the Crab Heaven Crab Earth restaurant, Wang Ming gave Yu Hai a call. In addition, Mei Ka, Li Mei, and several others were summoned by Wang Ming as well; ever since returning from the Chinese New Year holidays, this group had not yet had a proper get-together.

There was another matter widely known throughout Shandong: although the two venerable elders of the Xing family resided in the same ancestral home, they were like needles against awns, quarreling the moment they met, utterly incompatible like water and fire.

However, Xie Ce knew nothing of the hidden circumstances behind when Wu瑾 died, or how Wu瑾 had transformed into Ni Chongyang.

Furthermore, the current ruler of the Great Feng State was the First Prince, Zhou Tianhong. For the Emperor to reclaim the power rightfully his was no task to be accomplished overnight. Aizhi suddenly comprehended the anxiety weighing on Lin Wan's heart, and she could not help but sigh softly, at a loss for words.

For one needed only to break through to the fourth rank of Confucianism to wield such power, whereas she was currently at the eighth rank, still four realms away from the fourth.

How could her frail body withstand such a shove? She tumbled straight to the ground, the pain draining the color from her face.

"So why did he reject us? Could he know something?" the agent asked.

Much like the sea python raised by the Fairy of Hundred Flowers, it was not the product of zombie mutation, but rather a perfectly evolved Tier 5 evolutionary beast created by taking an evolutionary serum.

With that, Xu Che clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the entire class, who were all lost in thought after hearing his words.

After everyone dispersed, Jiang Yuan returned to his own room and retreated into the Nine Heavens Mysterious Tripod. Since the fifth day was the examination on talisman craft, Jiang Yuan began by studying flying sword talismans.

Zun Shian was instantly overjoyed, and Maobufei gradually withdrew his fierce gaze. Only Mu Tong remained completely devoid of emotion, though a trace of surprise could be detected within her.

Recalling her wedding to the Xiao estate back then, of her meager thirty dowry chests, the majority had been added by her maternal grandmother.

Looking once more at her left leg—which had previously been bruised and battered—it was now crystalline, flawless, and translucent.

Pausing for a moment, Wen Yuchu made a hand gesture, and a garment appeared in his palm. He bit his finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the fabric, instantly rendering the magnificent attire somewhat dim.

Yang Qingyuan was naturally not sincere in requesting punishment, nor would the Zhou Emperor permit it; this was merely a display of his stance.

Hearing him address him thus, President Qian's aged face broke into a web of smiling wrinkles. He hurriedly led them to various brand-name stores to buy clothes and shoes, and afterward took them out to eat.

Her slender, snow-white fingers twitched lightly, gathering a massive surge of curse-power at her fingertips.