Fifty-Nine: The Banquet

Like a marionette, Su Wan was led by Chen Tianyu to a spot that was not so conspicuous. Perhaps fearing he might push her too far, he refrained from any excessive actions, simply handing her something to eat. Su Wan, distracted, stole glances at Jiang Mochen. At this moment, Jiang Mochen remained at the center of the banquet, laughing and chatting with a crowd. She saw a girl in an opulent white low-cut gown standing beside him.

Shen Zhao was taken aback by these words, having not considered the question before. The ancestral land of the Shen family was indeed not a place outsiders should enter. The atmosphere grew tense, everyone gazing at the old lama in confusion, uncertain of his intentions. The four had long surpassed the limits of their lifespan, and no one knew how many ages had passed since they entered. The Land of Despair, though it appeared to have many shores, was in truth built upon countless years. Shangguan Rou was silent, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, as if seeking to release all her sorrow at once.

But now, the range of the space battleship had increased a thousandfold, and the advent of new energy weapons had consigned all close-combat arms to history.

In the brilliant glow of the blue crystal nano-bomb, Baru was frozen inch by inch, crystallized. A gust of wind scattered him, obliterating every trace, even his spiritual power did not escape. Chen Mo managed to advance thanks to the aura of these monsters, which was blocked by buildings. Using the structures as obstacles, he was able to move forward smoothly.

While Shen Yuexue was diligently practicing, Li Mengyao was not idle either. Once one of the three true immortals, she had been so deeply humiliated that her resentment needed no explanation. There was nothing more to be said. After a few questions about the cultivation of the Azure Emperor, Ji Cangmang took his leave.

Chen Mo held a high-level permit in his hand. Ai Qinen knew little about its true functions, and Chen Mo was eager to discover its deeper purpose. Unless these people came closer, Su Miao would not be able to discern through malice which among them posed a threat. When they speculated that Xu Feng was a Spirit Lord cultivator, they all fell silent and shifted their gaze elsewhere.

As she spoke, her hands moved swiftly to change Yu Liangyue’s clothes. Hua Lian and Cui Zhu’s faces darkened, both harboring deep dissatisfaction toward the old matron. Unexpectedly, Chu Gongze was willing to lower his status for a cameo, delighting Zheng Yifeng so much he spent the previous night sleeplessly excited.

In the time it takes for incense to burn, under the moonlight, Song Zhixin was seen chatting and laughing with Lu Fei, appearing as though kindred spirits. After all, without investigation, one cannot understand the current state of Liangzhou City, let alone govern it effectively.

From that moment, the Han faction gained the upper hand, launching a vigorous counterattack with daily impeachment memorials. It was not his fault; Yi Jinlian had always been lazy in cultivation, and as age advanced, crow’s feet appeared on her face.

“How is it irrelevant? If you two get divorced, why don’t we give it a try?” Jiang Monong teased him with a coquettish wink.

Moreover, since these people had been coerced into coming, they all seemed to bear malice toward Su Miao. Yue Lingsu offered a polite smile, but it was merely courtesy; she had no intention of continuing the conversation with the young man.

I sensed a surge of dark energy where the mushroom monster vanished, chills ebbing and flowing, sending shivers through my body. “Brother Mo, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Gu Qiu,” Gu Chuxia replied. Yet she felt puzzled inside—why did she care so much about Gu Qiu? At this moment, she had no time to ponder; if saving her sister’s life required any condition, she would accept it.

“My goodness, how did you get so filthy?” Wei Yi, though tolerant of boys being a bit messy, thought An Nuo was far too unruly. The new trousers made of fire cotton were now unrecognizable, the original white lost. Radas, who prepared the clothes, would surely be heartbroken. Wei Yi sighed helplessly.