Chapter Forty-One: Keeping a Mistress

"What did you say? He went to that small courtyard by the banyan tree in town again?"

"Yes, Miss," a matron replied. "I disguised myself as a peddler of sewing supplies and followed Young Master Zhao the whole way. I saw him go there twice today."

"He went yesterday, too?"

"Yes, yesterday and the day before as well."

"Isn't that courtyard supposed to belong to Master Zhang?"

"It is, but there must be a woman living inside. When I saw the gatekeeper today..."

Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Qin Hao found this outcome absolutely unacceptable. His mind raced, and he felt compelled to take action.

The Temple Ghost was clearly holding back information, but Lu Nan did not intend to force it out of her; there would be plenty of time for interrogation later.

"Yes, the path ahead is his to walk. May he find his own salvation, my son," Fang Qing said, departing without a backward glance. At that very moment, the incense in the burner flickered and died out.

After Xue Ruan’s suicide by jumping from the building, the entire floor had been sealed off. The students were in an uproar and naturally neither dared nor wished to continue living on that level.

Lin Qianqian had perhaps just finished bathing, for she emerged wearing a sapphire-blue shirt and hot pants. Her hair was still damp, making her look particularly enchanting.

Hyman, that expert of the Kindred, possessed foot-long nails that were incredibly sharp and tough—they were his finest weapons.

"Come out!" He began to unleash spells wildly in all directions, yet despite the bombardment that turned the City Lord's Mansion into a ruin, he could not force Luo Tian to reveal himself.

He rarely touched musical instruments, yet when he finally began to play, he was truly quite skilled.

"It’s fine. You all stay here; I’m going out for a bit and will be back soon." With that, I left the Zhou residence and placed a call to this 'Master Zhou.'

Furthermore, she had a sensitivity to certain spiritual manifestations; otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to detect Eva's presence.

Li Qi took the cards and examined them. Room cards, electricity cards, fire cards—aside from slight variations in color and design, they were identical in format to the ones he had used at the Capital University.

Even if one were confident the Wei family would not fall, that was only for the present. Who could say what the future held? Should they lose the Emperor's favor, the Wei family’s fate would be uncertain.

"Her? Who is she?" Long Ling was increasingly confused. What on earth was happening? He spent his days inseparable from Zhang Xing, and in his memory, no one had come looking for him.

He dashed over a hundred meters in an instant, appearing before the man in black and throwing a punch. He struck the man squarely on the chin, driving him upward.

The four of them had been well-prepared, each holding a talisman. Even the bone skeleton avatar had one of its own. Once the battle began, they would strive to defeat the enemy in a single blow, as they had planned.

At the same time, Zhang Liang did not notice that when Tianming unleashed the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, a surge of dragon aura infused the strike—a dragon aura imbued with a fierce, murderous intent.

At this moment, Lin Donglai sat cross-legged in a quiet chamber, fully channeling his inner energy. Moments later, wisps of heaven and earth essence from the surroundings were drawn into his body, causing the curtains, veils, and candlelight in the room to sway without a breeze.

Donghuang Taiyi’s whisper carried an undisguised hatred. If Donghuang Taiyi could recognize the origin of this Heavenly Will, there was no reason why the Ice Lord, Styx, Heavenly Snake, or Haotian—once a page to Hongjun—could not.

Bai Jianli had originally thought that if Yuchao practiced a few more times, he would eventually master it, but he simply could not. Bai Jianli could not fathom why, so he stopped dwelling on it. He let Yuchao focus on cutting the jade shards and set that matter aside, urging Wang Yuchao to focus on his cultivation instead.

"You won't gain any advantage by launching such a sudden attack." Ji Wuqing curled his lips; compared to Zuoqiu Liye’s frantic rage, he appeared remarkably calm and collected.