Volume 1 Chapter 42 Cleaning Up the Mess

"Speak, what on earth is going on?!" Wang Xiquan demanded, his eyes wide with fury as his fingers hammered heavily upon the tabletop. "How could you cause such a massive mess for me?"

"Teacher Wang, I have nothing to explain. I am the sole author of my deeds, and I am willing to unconditionally accept any disciplinary action from the organization and bear all the consequences."

Before he had tasted such delicious food, he only knew his own cooking skills were mediocre, yet he had never thought it could taste so abysmal. But after eating the dishes cooked by Qi Yunshu, he realized that what he used to make was probably not even fit for pigs.

Zhao Liangtian couldn't help but glance at Qi Yunshu. Having not seen her for a long time, she seemed even more beautiful, with skin as white and delicate as milk.

With fewer people this time, the group appeared sparse, but traveling with a smaller party had its own advantages. Free from any burden, the journey on the way back felt exceptionally relaxed and carefree.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw Wang Fantong turn around and stare fixedly at him. That gaze was just as intense as before, perhaps even more burning, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

No sooner had his voice fallen than someone strode hurriedly from outside the door, walked up to the table, casually picked up a chair, and hurled it toward Su Yewan. It missed Su Yewan and struck the person beside her instead. Perhaps feeling intense pain, that person let out a cry.

However, faced with the reactions of the other customers, the lobby manager did not dare to make a further scene. Otherwise, there was no telling what this damned fatty in front of her might say next. If he truly ruined the restaurant's reputation, wouldn't the boss skin her, the lobby manager, alive?

Hearing the whistle, the combat-engaged one-eyed blood bat let out a piercing shriek toward the sky, flapped its gigantic wings, and slowly flew in the direction from which the sound originated.

Unable to help herself, she paused for a glance, whereupon Qin Yuru let out an exclamation of "Oh!", grabbed her by the hand, and warmly pulled her forward to greet them.

Rellying on the Feng River, the city had constructed Feng River公园 along both banks, which could be considered a landmark of Baijiang City.

When Ye Bingyin and the others arrived at the Mu estate, a gloomy pall hung over the entire household, permeating the air with a suffocating atmosphere everywhere.

To sum it all up, being a gullible patron was still the best option; at worst, people would only scoff inwardly, which was entirely harmless and painless.

They seemed to know more than he did, having made their move to snatch Elder Shi before him. Yet it was also very likely that they had noticed him speaking with Elder Shi, especially given one instance when Elder Shi's behavior had been profoundly abnormal.

"Your disciple, Lan Tingbi, pays his respects to Sect Master Yu Dao." The group followed the middle-aged cultivator down from the wooden boat. After putting away his magic artifact, the middle-aged cultivator bowed toward the main hall and spoke in a respectful voice.

Seeing this, the rest of them held their breath and strained their ears, listening intently to the distant movements.

"Alright, everyone fill your stomachs first! That young marzquis won't arrive at Zhu Prefecture until tomorrow during the Si hour anyway. Tonight, let's goddamn well enjoy ourselves to the fullest! Come, I'll drink to this first!" The leader raised his wine cup and drained it in a single gulp.

"Xiao Chen, you've been busy for a long time and haven't eaten yet, have you? Come over here, both of you, and eat," Wang Hui said with a gentle smile, beckoning Xiao Chen to hurry over.

"Li Changkong, my grandfather doesn't owe you money. What kind of attitude is that? Don't think I don't know what kind of person you are," Zhao Bingyi interjected, her face frozen with frost, chilling anyone who looked at her.

"Sister Lingfang, are you wondering what method they used to control Brother Qin?" Qiu Ru asked with a puzzled expression.

Entering the middle and upper tiers of the Kunlun Pagoda required seizing an entry quota. It opened every year on the eighth day of the August, with a total of two hundred slots. Anyone else was strictly barred from entry and could only cultivate in the lower tiers.

Wang Yiwei had been locked up for several days, and his spirits were utterly dejected. He looked much more weathered and rather unkempt. Xu Yanting said nothing, silently boiling water for him to bathe and silently fetching a clean change of clothes for him.