Chapter 89: An Argument Erupts

Blow, blow, my pride run wild.
Blow, blow, but you cannot destroy my pure garden.
Let the wind blow, let chaos reign,
But it cannot erase the vision at the end of my journey.

When this part played, the barrage exploded instantly.

“Oh my God! Thank goodness I didn’t skip—this sounds amazing!”
“Wow, surprise after surprise. Sun Na’s vocal skills are incredible!”
“This song is so well-written, and all the contestants this season are so strong!”
“Is it—”

To centralize power, the Martial Fortress expended enormous manpower and resources to build pipelines connecting the eight gates of the Imperial Path, known as the ‘Imperial Path.’

Pinpricks of emerald light had the power to heal wounds, but on the surface of Kua Yi’s immortal body, they gradually faded away.

“What kind of hospital is this?” Ning Yuanlan asked, as Ling Mo carried her out of the car. She buried her face in his arms, unwilling to let others see it.

Although Xiao Ran resented him, he couldn’t understand what drove the Martial Lord to commit such rebellious and beastly acts.

The owner of Fortune Pawnshop was Tao Qing. Only major decisions needed Tao Qing’s input; daily affairs were managed by the shopkeeper. At that moment, when the shop assistant summoned him on behalf of a guest, years of experience told him something unusual must have happened. He put aside his ledger, tidied his attire, and hurried out from the inner hall with the assistant.

Liu Mu paid particular attention to the selection of deep-water ports at the river’s mouth. Without one, large ships could not dock. Right now, the Tang Dynasty’s large cargo ships exceeded two thousand tons; without a reliable port, these vessels couldn’t moor.

Even if Luo Feng betrayed her later, hurt her again, she could not deceive herself, nor could she simply forget that first gentle, sweet feeling of loving someone—a sensation like soaking in honeyed water.

“Hey, looks like we’ll be last again in this competition. Haha, it’s okay, Fourth Brother, don’t take it to heart. To reach the fourth level in three years is already an impressive talent. At worst, we’ll win the championship next time—as long as you come back, it’s all good.” Panshi said to Lin Feng with genuine happiness.

Lan Xiyu finally understood why she suddenly appeared in that shop, and why she suddenly saw Jian Yiyang.

“Waaah…” Upon hearing Lian’s words, Pear Blossom, who had been smiling, burst into tears. And it was obviously not fake; crystal tears spilled from her eyes as if costless, so much so that Lian worried she might dehydrate.

Li Zhi had already heard the bell on the horse’s neck, hurriedly grabbed the lantern, went into the backyard, lowered his voice, and called out.

Bai Haijun frowned slightly at what he heard, for the words struck too close to home. The company had just been established, and such rumors were already spreading outside. What would his brothers think if they heard?

Perhaps, as Hong Zitao said, if he wanted to achieve something in this circle, he had to sacrifice certain things.

“Hmph!” Seeing this, he sneered and once again sliced the left leg into several pieces, causing severe injury.

“He’s called Hog Monster. Three years ago, during a mission, we saved him. Find a way to get his contact information and send it to me,” Lin Feng said.

He had to descend, to enter the heart of the vortex. No matter what the outcome, at least he could see Prince Guang, and know whether he was alive or dead.

But Dongfang Bai witnessed Qin Yi’s breakthrough, the ingenuity of it, which was not merely martial arts of the mundane world. He knew Qin Yi had boundless potential, could return to the peak of hell, and achieve greatness.

Then she raised her hand, and Ye Sumian saw a cluster of dark yellow, sticky stuff in her palm—it looked rather disgusting.

The village chief, who’d just caught a breath, heard the children’s clamor and a sense of unease rose within him.

Brother Qi was her friend and, besides her father, sister, and Aunt Liu, the person who treated her best.