Volume One, Chapter 26: There's Something Special About One's Own Flesh and Blood

Mother Su shook her head. “Your sister has suffered so much these years. Can’t you make a little concession for her? Xia Xia was willing to sacrifice her own prospects, giving up her job at the broadcasting station for your sister. Why can’t you sacrifice a bit too, so that your sister can secure a stable position in the army?”

Wei Lin carried her things into the kitchen. It was the usual time for preparing dinner, so the kitchen was thick with smoke and steam.

Along the way, the snow and wind never ceased, but since only Tong Fu, Lin Chuyue, Zhang Anze, and Linglong were traveling together, there was no need to set up military camps or deal with other complications, and the journey, though arduous, was at least straightforward.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, the townsfolk had already filled the pools on either side with water, laughing and shouting as they splashed each other with abandon.

Thunder Leos, each with a wingspan of thirty meters and lightning crackling along their feathers, swooped down to the ground and drove their sharp claws deep into the massive body of the Thunder Dragon.

“Alright,” Geng Yue replied with a faint smile. In truth, she felt Han Feng was somewhat overconfident, but she could no longer endure it; every minute and second spent in the palace made her feel as if her feet could never quite touch solid ground.

Yet Romney’s attitude was different from that of a hero; he respected every being that existed. It didn’t matter how they had come to be—if they existed, then they were worthy of respect, whether vibrant with life or not. Romney treated them all with earnest sincerity.

The Dawei that Yang Shizhuo spoke of was named Tan Dawei, a boy a few years older than Ma Yong and his companions, tall and robust, with a burly build and a penchant for fighting.

At this moment, not only were ninety percent of the Financial University’s students and faculty present, but many alumni had also returned to participate in the anniversary celebrations.

Huarong’s eyes were obviously swollen and red. Though no fresh tear tracks marked her cheeks, her eyes glistened with moisture.

Upon hearing that Boss Wei was staying at a three-star hotel, Zha decisively opted to embrace a “hardworking and frugal” lifestyle and chose to stay there as well.

But for a man of Yuanjue’s stature to resort to unconventional means to “scan” a young man’s body—that was nothing short of shameless.

Hua Xiyan left her seat, her gaze sweeping over the strong ones in the audience. In her eyes, long-lost aloofness and indifference surfaced once more.

At this moment, Chu Yang knew that, no matter how modest he pretended to be, he was undoubtedly the greatest contributor—an unshakeable fact. So he might as well feign humility, for it could win people’s hearts.

Ruyi lifted her reddened eyes, her lashes wet with tears. Since her father’s death, it seemed she cried every day. Passing by Pei Xiangming, she glanced at Pei Zheng’s icy expression and, in that instant, gave up hope.

Once the situation spun truly out of control, with creditors circling like tigers, even a golden goose like Leshi could not be kept safe simply by wishing it so.

Yet now, faced with her question, he glanced at the hospital room before mumbling a vague and evasive reply.

Only then did he realize that in their recent clash, his “Viper” blade had been severed by the opponent’s weapon. The broken piece had grazed his temple and gone flying.

The aura around the Dragon Island Master shifted abruptly—at times, it surged forth with unstoppable force; at others, his figure became ethereal, unleashing a thousand sword energies.

His words now carried a tremor of fear. Not only was the enemy outnumbered, but the mere mention of Lin Yi’s name—and that arrow just now—had left them deeply unsettled.

As Wu Xiuli finished speaking, Nurse Li Ya entered holding a patient card. Seeing the pile of chestnut shells on the upturned table at bed 516, she frowned in displeasure.

If not for concerns over his status and reputation, Lin Yi would have dearly liked to stand on the prow and shout at the top of his lungs.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the burly man in golden robes leapt skyward, his form ghostlike as he flashed behind Han Chao and unleashed a punch, its power as if to rend the heavens and earth.

Nearby, one of the Ming Palace brothers—a proud smile on his face, though it was unclear if he was the elder or younger—offered a few words of advice. Watching Han Chao being toyed with in the arena, he regarded him with utter disdain.