Volume 1, Chapter 67: Just Think of It as Pitying Your Father

The next afternoon, Qiao Ruoxi left while the three children were taking their afternoon nap.

Around three o'clock.

As Bai Wuji appeared, the vessel slowly stabilized, but the wind was so fierce that no one dared to show their heads, prioritizing survival above all else.

"Back in the day, with a single stroke of my sword, I could split mountains and cleave rivers, subdue demons and vanquish devils, shaking the entire martial arts world with my renown." Then, after the boast, he covered his face and muttered, "Why am I still clinging to such hollow fame in my old age? I shouldn't, I really shouldn't."

Amidst such a heated atmosphere, the match came to an end. In the end, the Imperial City Team lost the team competition to the Netherfire Team, losing the entire series with a final score of 7 to 10.

"Alright, I shall act as the referee once more. How would you like to compete this time?" the middle-aged man asked with a beaming smile.

He understood the meaning behind his words, and the gratitude in his eyes grew even deeper. His aged gaze locked onto Bai Yang, yet he found himself utterly unable to utter the words of thanks.

"Let's go, let's go check on that Hu Yi," Xia Huan said, taking the lead. Hu Yi was staying in the tent that had been blackened by smoke.

The old man suddenly set down his wine cup, wiped his hands on his clothes, and raised his head once again to look at Mo Lingfan. Only now did he truly begin to appraise Mo Lingfan using his soul power.

Fu Shixuan understood the implication of Xia Tong's words. In truth, he had suspected long ago that the present Xia Tong was no longer the former Xia Tong, and that intricate, myriad ties bound her to Chu Tong.

It is often said that those nearing the end of their lifespan may possess a faint premonition of future events and could even catch glimpses of people, flowers, and grasses that had long since vanished from this mortal realm.

"I cannot sense their information, and that strikes me as rather strange," Situ Zui lowered his gaze, lost in thought.

At this moment, with the return of Ran Min, the entire city of Nanyang became bustling with activity. Major aristocratic families held banquets night after night, inviting him as their guest of honor.

Chen Rong maintained a bewildered expression, though a cold sneer played within her heart: They speak as though I am under some massive obligation to them. Every single expense in my courtyard is covered entirely by myself—how could I possibly be unaware of this?

As he spoke, he unconsciously scratched his head, clearly feeling a genuine sense of apology.

Luoyu turned her head to look out the window. The setting sun had not yet fully withdrawn its afterglow, and the early summer breeze gently caressed the white curtains, creating a serene and warm ambiance.

Ever since acquiring a few commercial properties here, Chen Rong never failed to take a stroll through the area whenever she went out. Gazing at those tightly shuttered doors, a profound sense of abundance would invariably well up in her heart.

Jiang Chengce let out a long sigh, frowning as he gently patted Zhang Mengxi's slender shoulders. A trace of reluctance flickered in his eyes, along with a tinge of regret for having seduced and utilized Zhang Mengxi to ultimately regain custody of Yoona. Yet, at present, Jiang Chengce had no other choice and was forced to resort to this desperate measure.

He did not yet understand what a psychological consultant was, but he knew what a doctor was. A doctor was someone who would lock him in a white ward, force him to take medicine every day, and pierce his skin with needles. He loathed doctors.

Muyan poured out her reasoning in a single breath, and a blissful smile bloomed across her face especially when she mentioned Gu Chen.

Standing off to the side, Jin Yuanbao chimed in again, his mouth agape in utter disbelief at the sight before his eyes.

Several guards atop the city wall exchanged glances, unsure whether they ought to believe it. Why would the young master of the Dragon family come to their city? Could it be that the Dragon family intended to launch an attack on Qingkong City?

Furthermore, the Himalayas were by no means a barren wasteland; they were rich in a variety of resources. Aside from the occasional avalanche, this place was an absolute stronghold—exceptionally easy to defend and exceedingly difficult to attack.