Love at First Sight Chapter 85 A Sword Dance

“Greetings, young master,” Cai Zhaoqin greeted Zun Yi with another bow.

“Hello, Miss Cai,” Zun Yi replied with a smile, returning her greeting.

Cai Zhaoqin then turned to Zun You and said, “Young master, last time you left so hastily that I never learned your esteemed name.”

Hearing this, Zun Yi laughed, “What? You still don’t know who my third brother is? Ha ha.”

She looked at them, somewhat embarrassed.

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After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ze prepared to resume his cultivation. A week of rigorous training had granted him some strength; while he could not roam the earth as he once did, he was confident in his ability to protect himself.

He intended to reach the peak of the Qi Refining stage, or perhaps the Foundation Establishment phase, so he could be absolutely certain of retrieving his cultivation resources.

Such careless address would not do. Fang Zhengqing spoke up, “Since I know my younger sister is here, naturally I must come to acknowledge her!” Since they called him brother, he may as well accept it. If he had to call Yilin “elder sister,” he truly could not bring himself to say it, Fang Zhengqing mused inwardly.

If you have no ambition for merit, title, or conquest, and only wish to be an ordinary citizen—or can only be an ordinary citizen—then to be born in the Song Dynasty is the reward of many lifetimes of virtue; in other dynasties, common folk’s lives were far less fortunate.

At this moment, Moru—now called Zatannos—had fully seized control of his body. Flames erupted from his being, and he roared madly.

Feathers pierced his limbs, pinning him firmly to the ground, leaving him utterly unable to move.

It was simply that, separated by the screen, no one could know who was who. Thus these people, without restraint, unleashed all the darkness within, venting their dissatisfaction with the world upon her.

Ye Tian, truth be told, had a mischievous streak. When the car spirit explained things kindly, he suspected a trick; but when the spirit became cold and mechanical, Ye Tian felt a strange itch of curiosity.

Suddenly, a sharp pain seized her neck. Lu Liuxin shook violently, yet the man’s movements did not pause for even a moment.

Peering through the narrow crack of the door, Chen Xiyu tried to see outside. It was dark and raining, so she could not make out much—only a blurry figure struggling to pull a horse into the post station. The horse refused to obey, frozen in place, neighing loudly.

Hua Yaozong’s expression was fervent, his gaze fixed upon the elderly man leading the group. Hua Qingyan glanced over; the old man was not truly ancient—likely not yet seventy—his hair was white but meticulously groomed. He did not seem one given to laughter, yet at this moment, a smile stretched across his face. Though somewhat stiff, it was clear he was genuinely delighted.

At home, Yuan Lili lay in Lin Feng’s arms. Warmth enveloped her, and exhaustion overwhelmed her at last; she closed her eyes.

Qiu Mingyan stifled a laugh, said nothing, but nodded vigorously, focusing all his attention on Feng Yuxi’s leg.

Chi Long and Zhao Yin had accompanied Madam Du to Kaifeng Prefecture to see the injured man, hoping she could tell whether it was Du Lao Da or Du Lao Er. Madam Du said she could not recognize him; the man had not awakened, his wounds were so severe that identification was impossible.

Jiang Lang could hear the disbelief in Yin Hu’s voice, but he had no desire to argue. Belief or doubt—what did it matter? He did not take Yin Hu’s words to heart; cultivators possessed broad minds. Jiang Lang patted the gourd at his waist and smiled.

Not long after, a disturbance echoed from the dark woods, and a figure emerged from the trees.

Ni Yexin rubbed her eyes, thinking how much this scene resembled midnight, perfectly recreated. Back then, the chaos was sparked only because the manor lord’s body had been discovered.

The empty temple was silent, sunlight at the entrance spilling only halfway inside. At first glance, the interior was shrouded in darkness.