Chapter 88: I Will Devote This Life Entirely to Su Qing

Di Yunshen had never been as excited as he was today. He was about to drive, his mind in chaos, and nearly crashed into a telephone pole! Calm down, calm down. After taking a long moment to compose himself, Di Yunshen called for his driver.

“President.”

“To the airport!”

“Yes, sir.”

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Her nerves had been taut like a drawn bowstring, forcibly stretched to their limit. When suddenly released, the string snapped back, quivered a few times, then lay limp, utterly devoid of strength.

It was only when I reached the fountain that I realized there were originally koi in it. Now, however, they floated lifeless on the surface, already beginning to rot.

“Not everyone is as astute and discerning as you, able to spot my potential,” Lin Qingru said with a smile that curved her eyes into crescents.

“Did your wife make these for you?” Luo Qingyi offered the pastries in her hand to Shen Hui.

After all, in a little while, there was sure to be a new batch of fish. Sun Biao, once home, would certainly discuss the matter with Old Master Sun.

The Spirit Awakening stage must not be disturbed; otherwise, all previous efforts would be wasted. At best, the awakening would fail; at worst, the meridians would be irreparably damaged. When they had just teased Shen Hui, it was merely to help him relax, not because they didn't care.

In broad daylight, the school was completely devoid of students—a strange sight indeed, especially with dust sneaking in through the cracks of the door, layering the first floor in a dense shroud.

First Liu Ningya emerged, and now four capable grandsons had appeared. Who could say? If Liu Ningya decided to lend them a hand, what then?

Mu Yunqing glanced at the hideous training outfit she wore. Together with Mu Yunlang, she boarded the carriage, just about to complain.

The Saint Sythes family was also among the Federation’s superclans, rivaling the Yu family in power and standing as their chief political adversary. Their faction’s influence was mainly rooted in the military, though they did not control it entirely—otherwise, the entire Federation would already be theirs.

Before long, Shangguan Xian, bound hand and foot, was shoved into a courtyard by several Shu soldiers.

The howling grew louder and louder. Suddenly, the rift blazed with dazzling white light, and two orbs of brilliance burst forth, hovering silently in midair.

“I’ll find a way to get to you. How much longer can you hold out?” Lei glanced at his watch and asked without hesitation. Brothers are brothers, no matter when.

The old man, seeing Tongtian undermine him, tapped his cane lightly on the ground, his gaze sweeping over Tongtian, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Gaozi “Jade” held a beauty in his arms—soft, warm, irresistible. As he was about to make his move, both with his hands and his words, his phone rang.

Once all the Dragon Emperor Hall members had assembled, he stood and announced, “The reason I’ve gathered you here today is to share good news: I, Dragon Emperor Ao Jue, have taken in a foster son.” At that, Yuan Ling rose to his feet.

Hua Qi looked and was stunned to see it was Miao Lian, an arrow lodged in her chest. Her face turned deathly pale. Hua Qi, wracked with pain, could no longer hold back the tears he’d tried so hard to restrain.

No matter what, she had gained a Maolin, and everything changed. Their awkward position was transformed; they became the more proactive side.

But the moment she decided to help him, his ragged breathing and the way he murmured her name as if in a dream made her anxious. Without thinking, she cradled his head in both hands, lifting it gently, then slipped her own knee beneath to support him.

Yang Jiuhuai told himself, when he went in, he would make sure to avenge the Liao Army—no matter what.