Chapter Fifty-Five: The Choice

"Minister Wen, long time no see. Trust you have been well!"

Wen Lun stood in the cell, staring at the light filtering through the window for a long time without moving, until someone called out to him from behind, causing him to turn around. When he saw Yang Jin, his face was filled with astonishment. Catching sight of Shen Hua standing behind Yang Jin, a faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.

"Yang Jin, after all these years, you really haven't changed at all."

"Those who practice the Dao must cultivate the mind. With a righteous mind, naturally there are not so many vexing troubles, unlike Lord Wen, who spent—"

As soon as the roar left the lion's mouth, he felt the temperature in the large tent suddenly plummet. Glancing sideways at Lilith, whose eyes radiated ferocity beside Xu Zheng, he immediately shuddered, and even the long hair at the back of his neck instantly stood on end.

Taking advantage of Unas's unstable footing after his kick, Riddle threw a punch straight at his temple. Unas barely managed to tilt his head to dodge, but the iron fist still shattered the light shield and struck his shoulder.

During today's final evaluation, Su Yi had no idea how many of these thirty-eight trainees would ultimately pass the assessment and become disciples.

"Noona, you called me over purely for a workout session, right?" While doing some warm-up stretches, Li Zehan asked Lee Hyori.

Seeing that Guanyin remained silent and continued walking forward, Zhang Tiandao let out a cold laugh. What of Guanyin? It was not as if he, a poor monk, had never killed one before, and he directly launched an attack.

Once the bitter year had passed, winter gave way to spring, the frozen rivers thawed, all things revived, the cold winds receded, and the breath of spring began to surge.

"If you don't manage to stir up any trouble, the rest of us should count our blessings and secretly rejoice," Chef Choi Hyun-seok said with a sneer.

To avoid blocking the elevator entrance, Xu Zheng and Jiao Jie moved the "New Year goods" into the conference room. Jiao Jie, who had served in the military for several years, was astonished to find that Xu Zheng's physical fitness was actually superior to his own. Grabbing two cases weighing no less than forty or fifty catties each, one in each hand, he lifted them effortlessly.

The Imperial Guard Command Office had also known too much poverty. Back when the Prince of Xing was still in power, as his premier intelligence organization, the Imperial Guard Command Office certainly never lacked funds. However, ever since the Prince of Xing's rebellion failed, the Imperial Guard Command Office had fallen on hard times.

Initially, the number of trainees in the second cohort was as high as three hundred, but after twenty-nine days of trials, only thirty-eight remained—the ones who had persevered to the very end.

This time, Zhu Yong held the city of Mianchi stubbornly, successfully preserving six hundred thousand shi of disaster relief grain. With such a merit, no one could raise any objections to his promotion.

Wu Xiuhua's cheeks were flushed, and her watery eyes blinked unblinkingly at Xiang Shaolong, to the extent that she even blurted out the words "I don't mind."

"I am furious! Absolutely furious! Valentine, you completely disregarded me today, and tomorrow I will make you regret it!" Lawrence said in exasperation.

The rebel forces stopped using walkie-talkies for communication, but to be on the safe side, the devices were never turned off, and Marsden's orders were immediately transmitted via radio waves.

"I'm taking my hand away now. If you dare to scream, you're dead. As long as you answer a few questions for me, I won't hurt you, understand?" the man known as Duck said in a deep voice.

Lan shook his head helplessly. Could it be that Bode really didn't know how to ride a horse? This was going to be troublesome; horsemanship couldn't be mastered in a day or two.

In truth, Sanpang and Huazi still had other desperate tactics up their sleeves, but they also knew that if they resorted to them, they would still suffer a disastrous defeat.

Turning his head to glance twice at the large white bathtub capable of holding two people, he walked over to the shower area. Standing beneath the showerhead, he retrieved a pair of white rubber gloves from his spatial storage, put them on, and only then pressed the switch to rinse his body.

Jia Rong was somewhat puzzled by this. When Emperor Chongzheng audited the financial deficits last year, he had already used Dai Quan to submit a memorial expressing his intent to return the embezzled silver. However, Emperor Chongzheng had suppressed the matter and told him not to make a fuss.

Upon arriving at the Zhao residence, Zhu Yong received a report from a new army squad leader, learning that the gold, silver, and copper coins confiscated from the mansion amounted to approximately over three hundred and forty-eight thousand liang.