Chapter Thirty: The Injury.

"But big brother, once it starts burning, the smoke will obscure the view from the watchtower, which will be advantageous for our troops to charge the wall!" Zhang Dingguo argued, clearly unconvinced.

The head of the PR department at Yiguan received a message from the hired internet trolls asking, "So, do you still need us to step in and steer the public opinion?"

Yu Zhilong was stunned. Was there actually a shopkeeper who didn't want to do business? Could it be that he hadn't offered enough money? He looked at Manager Yan and the attendants behind him, all of whom wore expressions of anxiety. Manager Yan, in particular, looked as if he had been frightened pale, appearing completely distraught. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

"That ancient spatial vortex... even if I enter it, will it really be safe to undergo the tribulation there?" Zhang Chao asked, still puzzled.

Gu Moran was terrified, his face drained of color. Was Chu Xun trying to snap his spear in half? This was a divine weapon! He frantically wove hand seals, but the spear trembled violently, struggling to break free from Chu Xun's grip.

Ying Fei and Jin Chanzi were shocked. Fortunately, at that very moment, a massive, illusory longsword manifested from Old Master Yang's spiritual power slashed down. The giant hand of spiritual energy collided with the blade, causing a massive explosion of dust and scattering energy, forcing Wuqing back more than a dozen meters.

"I can be certain, she is the Princess!" Yue Jingxuan stated firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

Xiao Congyuan's protectiveness stemmed from the bond of a partner, Xie Aijun and Xie Yuhe's from familial love, while Gong Zhi's was based on his relationship as a professional colleague.

He had already learned from Miller that Eve’s family background was even better than theirs, and though he hated to admit it, Eve was truly a young actress far superior to Kane.

He immediately activated his human senses to perceive information about the Mohist Tomb, but other than the faint, almost imperceptible sound of gears grinding against each other, he gained little else.

The next day, early in the morning, He Yue brought Yin Qingxiao to the house. He Jin hadn't left for the company yet, and the two arrived just in time as he was preparing to leave.

In such chaotic times, it felt as if no matter how hard one tried to seek answers, nothing could be changed.

"May I ask what I am supposed to do here?" Chen Junxiang always felt that something was off; his beast-like intuition was sometimes uncannily accurate.

Qin Xiao let out a long roar toward the sky, clearing all the stagnant energy from his heart. Was he finally able to cultivate?

With no Crown Prince appointed, it was unclear who would ascend the throne. The Fourth Prince was power-hungry, which was bad, because no emperor likes to have his throne coveted. The Sixth Prince was indifferent to fame and wealth, which was also bad, because a ruler must value power greatly.

Lanterns, candlelight, a flash of inspiration—Liu An seemed to realize something! He suddenly burst into laughter, startling the Sixth Prince and Princess Ruyu so much that they nearly fell off their stone stools.

The feeling of toying with others using his own genius, like manipulating a refined young lady, was intoxicating! Especially the expression of fury on their faces; it stimulated his senses to the extreme.

He Yue and Yao Keke slowly returned home. Yao Keke’s face was still flushed. Yao Keke looked at her sister and knew immediately that the two had been intimate outside.

Xia Fan had the same thought as the others: he was desperate to know how the "Beauty's Pass" would be tested. His intense curiosity was piqued. Suddenly, his eyes landed on the Red-Clothed Saintess. With her devilish figure, she was utterly seductive and charming. Regardless of what she looked like under the mask, her appearance alone was a visual feast of beauty.

Jiang Sheng’s voice came through the receiver. It was very quiet on his end; clearly, the matter regarding Zhou Dasheng had been properly handled.

Qin Yongqi loosened his belt, and Duan Linglong tried to seize the chance to strike his pressure points. But Qin Yongqi seemed to have anticipated this; he leaned back suddenly, and Duan Linglong missed her mark.

Yuan Bao took the bones from the lamb trotters she had been gnawing on to the trash can in the fire escape. When she returned, she saw He Dongyi standing at the door with two grocery bags, staring blankly at the lunchbox she had left on the floor.

Before one wave had even passed, another arrived. It seemed that after witnessing his strength, various factions couldn't help but come looking for an exit strategy.

Since her mind was made up, Yuan Bao didn't force the issue. She walked into the glass house with Tong Nian. As soon as they entered, the security guard locked the door from the outside, clearly having no intention of joining them.

He Dongfeng felt even worse, not because Yuan Bao had lost her temper with him, but because he clearly sensed that the skin on Yuan Bao’s cheeks was not as supple as it had been at home. After being out for only a few days, she had been worn down and looked haggard.

She was just about to help Dongfeng up when He Nan Yu shrieked and slapped her on the forehead, sending her falling backward into the water.

Wang Qiang suddenly remembered that there was often a strange fragrance in Shen Yanran’s office. He hadn't paid much attention to it then, but now he felt a pang of regret.

"Thank you all for your help. Since everything has been confirmed, we shall proceed with the orders according to the original plan," Cang Na’s voice continued to transmit through the communication array.

"Liu’er... Liu’er... Young Manor Mistress... Young Manor Mistress..." After Wan Qing finished getting dressed and came out, she found that Yang Liu’er was gone. She heard the servants say that Yang Liu’er had gone toward the back mountain, and she knew she must have gone to the lake.

Big Mom also knew that the temptation of the Dark-Dark Fruit was no less than Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit, but the reputation of the Big Mom Pirates was enough to make those eager pirate crews stop in their tracks.

"Then come out and keep me company. I've been cooped up in the hotel for days, and I want to wander around today," Ning Yi said, feigning nonchalance as he extended the invitation.

"Why should I cook for you? If I remember correctly, someone owes me a wish." Lin Yanghao wouldn't indulge her—if she wanted him to cook, she could dream on.