Chapter 150 The Truth Comes to Light

"Still, this is about enough... The Impermanence Twin Ghosts!"
Divine Doctor Guo spoke in a quiet voice, yet it carried a long distance through the dim and silent alley.
Fan Lei and Xie Yong both remained silent, their chests rising and falling rapidly. Their heartbeats pounded in their ears like drumbeats, and scorching blood rushed through every corner of their bodies, as if something was about to burst out from within them.
Divine Doctor Guo observed everything, a barely perceptible curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
They had all awakened.
After a long silence, lasting the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Danchou's gaze finally regained its clarity, and he let out a soft breath, rising to his full height.
He was a figure who had survived the ancient war. In that primordial era, the Golden-Winged God-Slayer had witnessed too many true immortals. Had it not been for the fact that he was born too late into the world, he would have already achieved immortality.
After all, when it came to major affairs of the state and military, Zhu Yuanzhang never dared to treat them as child's play; he needed to gather wisdom from all sides to make the most correct decisions.
Yet she could not. She could only stand in the wings, watching quietly, and offering her silent blessings in her heart.
The two of them—one flickering in and out of existence, the other leaving digital residual images behind with every movement—would certainly dazzle the eyes of any ordinary person. Shiina reappeared, thrusting her short blade toward Kanade's back, though she held no expectation that such a casual attack would land.
Like his older brother, his father was a man who pursued culinary perfection; no doubt they also hoped to have more people taste their delicacies.
Since Yechen said he did not know them, then he certainly did not. Yechen usually disdained lying, and even when he did, it was the kind of clumsy falsehood that anyone could see right through—equivalent to telling people plainly that he was making things up. Only someone as hopelessly dense and naturally airheaded as Kanade could possibly believe it.
Because he was the headmaster of Tianzhou Academy, holding absolute authority over the cradle of future elites, the likes of the Ji family and ruling political regimes were nothing more than empty illusions before him.
"What, not glad to see me? I'm the one in charge of this mission—isn't that a good thing?" The man stood up with a slight smile, his crocodile-skin shoes of an unfamiliar brand treading slowly as he walked over.
Both Qiao Luoyu and Zhong Limu thought to themselves that this Hairasu was straightforward and devoid of craftiness, actually asking such a blunt question. Zhong Limu glanced sideways at Qiao Luoyu, wondering how he would answer.
She surely had no idea that his heart was soaring with joy at that moment. He did not dare to show his emotions too openly, terrified that his feelings might be exposed beneath the broad daylight. In such a state, he dared even less to face her with complete frankness.
Rather than discussing the matter with Zhu Li, Yang Yunxi's words were more akin to having already made a final decision. She was merely speaking of it in this symbolic manner.
After thinking it over time and again, I decided to slip out for a stroll; otherwise, I would be suffocated to death by this stifling fragrance.
Finishing her exams on the afternoon of July 1st, Zhao Hui stepped out of the school gates and instantly caught sight of Li Zhengguo, who was parked on his bicycle by the roadside ahead. Spotting Zhao Hui, he looked at her with a strange expression, his eyes rimmed with red. Not knowing the reason and feeling too shy to ask, Zhao Hui simply got on her bicycle and rode home.
Yang Yunxi stared blankly at Chen Guichen, who likewise came to a halt and looked back at Yang Yunxi. As they gazed at each other, both were overcome by an indescribable sense of unreality.
"When they come out, have them come call for me." The young man took a sip of the wine in his cup, his tone returning to indifference. Without waiting for the man in black to elaborate, he had already guessed what would happen next.
Hearing him put it that way, Chongjing grew worried once again: "Are my feelings really not mistaken? In the vastness of the ocean, swept away by the waves, what are the odds of surviving..." In that world, survival was almost out of the question; finding even a corpse would be difficult.
Yang Yunxi would have loved to sneer a few remarks, yet she knew this was not the time. Saying such things now would undoubtedly be like pouring oil on fire for Zhu Li, offering not a shred of benefit.
Before she knew it, the once-every-five-years Bauhinia Fashion Exhibition had finally arrived. Working day and night, Yin Xiran made preparations for the event, and ultimately her work—along with Corrine's creations—was selected into the exhibition as a representative of Caignes.