Chapter 181: Fellow Sufferers at the Ends of the Earth

In the private room of the Meijin Pavilion, they were waiting for Miss Luoxue to arrive. Wen Yueqing looked out the window and saw a pipa-playing courtesan talking to the madam.

Nearby stood other male servants or attendants. Judging from their posture, they were likely dispatched by other guests who wished to invite the ladies to accompany them in drinking and conversing.

Wen Yueqing clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "Tsk tsk, there certainly are a lot of people here. I wonder if they are asking for Red Shadow or Luoxue."

"I reckon more people are asking for Miss Red Shadow, after all, she is the newly crowned courtesan belle. Naturally, she must be even more..."

Ye Zheng wore a blank, stupefied expression. A single moment of willful self-indulgence cost seventy thousand yuan—was this grandfather of his, so devoid of traditional dignity, really that astonishingly expensive?

Stooping down to pick up this dazed-looking painting of the Qingming Festival tomb-sweeping scene, he tucked it under his armpit. Bai Su took a blissful, deep breath, plucked the cigarette away with two fingers, and slowly exhaled a rising plume of smoke.

Yet, the endless succession of campus violence incidents served as a constant satire of such a notion. We imparted legal knowledge to them so they could maintain order and protect themselves with the law, but instead, they exploited the leniency of the law to tyrannize and torment society.

He was not scolding Ye Feng; he simply could not believe that Ao Tian could actually unleash such potential today.

Bo Liang's sudden strike took everyone completely by surprise. A person sitting quietly in the corner smoking was usually an inconspicuous figure at any banquet, yet Xia Yuan was remarkably overbearing. Not only did he bring his own bodyguard, but he also struck a direct slap across the face of someone who had shown him disrespect.

The young man walked with a slight hunch, nodding gently to keep his face hidden beneath the black robe, and then turned and darted outward. The middle-aged man watched the direction of the young man's disappearance, his brows slightly furrowed. The young man before him gave him a very faint sense of discomfort.

"I am sorry, it snowed and the roads are slippery, so the driver had to go slowly," Zhao Yang said hurriedly, full of apologies.

Although he did not know when the sandstorm would strike, careful observation of the sky would reveal anomalies.

Yet why did this casual master of hers act somewhat like an eccentric old urchin? Moreover, he mentioned meeting in the Divine Realm. He probably had not anticipated that the realm she currently resided in possessed far too thin spiritual energy, making it an unknown whether she could even ascend to the Immortal Realm, let alone the Divine Realm. Never mind, that was a matter for the distant future.

Che Hao took his seat, picked up the teacup, and hastily took a sip to calm the tension and fear in his heart.

Hua Jiu had nothing better to do, pondering over the preliminary matches in early April that Feng Jing had mentioned. Since it was already mid-March, she reckoned it would be about time once Xi Zixiao returned from Hanjun.

Upon hearing Tang Hui's words, tears instantly welled up in Yang Zhiming's eyes. The grievances of so many years, the forbearance of so many years for the sake of love, were finally understood by his wife. That flood of emotion rushed forth like the waters of a breached dam.

While speaking, the two staff members appeared extremely polite, with not the slightest hesitation in their words and actions.

"There is no need to worry about that. If the equipment is inadequate, we can simply replace it, as long as you can apply the manufacturing process described here into production!" Lin Tian said calmly.

At this moment, the Imperial Uncle resembled a focal point for spiritual energy. He opened his eyes, and boundless spiritual energy emanated from them, causing the space before him to begin to tremble.

The instant Lu Huang's palm pressed against the panel, a crisp electronic chime sounded immediately, followed directly by a light screen that swept across Lu Huang's palm.

"You talk too much. Junior Brother Cao, go over and kill him. Both of you are at the Deity Transformation Realm, so do not let me down. If anything happens, I will take the blame!" Ignoring Zuoxuan, Hua Sheng said casually to Cao Yang.

Behind this group of more than thirty people, several large birds pursued them unhurriedly in the sky, seemingly paying them little mind. On the ground, a few three-eyed magic wolves also occasionally launched attacks with the playful attitude of a cat toying with a mouse, though they showed no sign of abandoning the chase.

"Understood." The lead guard cupped his fists in acknowledgment, turned around, and immediately ordered the troublemakers to be rounded up and arrested.