Chapter 72: The Resplendent Pheasant

In an instant, a man in white flashed inside. His features were refined and handsome, his face as fair as jade, sword-like brows slanting upward, and eyes sparkling as if holding the stars. A faint spiritual glow seemed to envelop him, making his posture as upright as a green pine.

This was Xiao Guchen, Chu Xiong’s eldest disciple, rumored to possess a body of pure yang.

He reached out to take the booklet, and upon seeing the gilded title, almost burst out laughing. “Master, this title is truly wicked, and the chibi-style comic on the cover—who could have drawn such a thing? Haha... Night Owl. Such a remarkable talent—how could Zhao Xiaocheng, as a pianist, let this opportunity slip by? What if she were to nurture a future master of the piano herself?

Everyone felt as if something had bitten their ankles, but it didn’t hurt, so no one paid it any mind.

Yan Yan glanced over and frowned. Just a hospital visit, yet this display was a bit ostentatious; even if there had been nothing wrong, this commotion would have caused an issue.

Chu Yu sat inside the grand hall, fanning himself and watching the painted faces on stage, his heart full of questions. Out of nowhere, someone had gifted her a fan—this fan-maker was truly an unusual person.

After dinner, Fu Jingchao prepared to escort her to the parking lot. Worried about being seen, she hurriedly pushed him out of the elevator, choosing to take it down by herself.

Yan Yize looked at the two of them in surprise, hardly able to believe they were to be his future roommates.

Hearing the host’s words, Lin Weiwei wondered if the voting results would be rather exaggerated.

The car’s heater was on, and she was wrapped in Qiao Yunshen’s coat and shouldn’t have felt cold, yet she still hugged her arms to herself, her mind replaying the moment of the explosion.

Yan Yan watched her furious expression and thought blandly, “Life has been peaceful for too long; sooner or later, something strange was bound to happen.”

At the time, the scene had been badly damaged and there was no decisive evidence, but he suspected there was some special device, so that once the computer was plugged in and powered on, it would trigger the explosion.

As Zhang Hui finished her words, other customers browsing in the shop laughed as well. From their laughter, Zhuo Nan could tell—they believed people like Qin Chenfang, the poor, should buy from street stalls, not from here. This place was a paradise for the wealthy.

Bradley watched as the two large doors were installed. Over a hundred thousand people were staring at those doors, for they marked the end.

Gray petals spun with gusts of wind, leaving a few wounds on Liao Yu’s back in the blink of an eye.

Chang Xiong was momentarily stunned by these words. Zhuo Nan was always so confident, yet even he seemed disheartened this time. Could it be that Ye Tianxiong was truly that formidable?

In fact, this was a kind of special talent. He wasn’t born especially close to birds and beasts; rather, it was a pleasant fragrance he naturally exuded that attracted them.

Kennedy killed the guards and slipped into the prison. The two of them were the only ones left on the continent—both Sword Soul masters—yet now they had to sneak around to rescue someone, for the Lord of Paradise City was too powerful.

“By the way, Mom, where’s Uncle He?” Only then did Wu Yulin realize that after two days at home, he still hadn’t seen He Yehua. Even with Grandfather’s serious illness, Uncle He hadn’t appeared.

“So you admit it?!” Da Dong clenched his fists, his voice trembling with rage.

“Really, Dad? You’re not lying to me?” Yu Hong’s face flushed red with excitement as he rushed forward, gripping the shopkeeper’s shoulders and shouting.

Sadly, He Yehua could never see the sorrow in Duan Shulan’s eyes. He would forever remain behind her, never able to see her truest self. That was the distance between them.

With his shadow cloak, Duan Qiu easily slipped to the side of the school building. As for the woman in red, her concealment was such that only a saint could detect her; those of heavenly rank wouldn’t notice a thing.

Pan Yuchen was right—some knowledge is not meant for ordinary people. The more one knows, the more troubles arise, and those troubles are not ones average people can bear, nor can they resolve them.