Chapter 37: What Kind of Kind Father Are You Pretending to Be?

Yan Zhaonian cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Wencheng, a sneer curling his lips. "When was your youngest son born? When was he conceived? Who was the one who couldn't endure the loneliness?"

"When your sordid affair with that woman outside was the talk of the town, did you ever think about the son you already had?"

"What kind of loving father are you trying to play now?"

"Our ties were severed long ago. We are both free to marry whom we choose, and our lives are no longer linked. What right do you have to stand before me and say these things?"

With a cold snort, he turned and stepped into the house.

The three men received their orders and each led their subordinates out to scout the situation and clear a path for the main army, fearing that the Phoenix tribe might have laid an ambush.

I saw a great many people, all dressed in gaudy, flashy clothes—not the sort one would mistake for decent folk. There were about twenty of them, all young men aged eighteen or nineteen, with the oldest no more than twenty-one or twenty-two, heading toward me in a noisy, disorganized swarm.

I was in high spirits. Ignoring Huan’s look of disdain, I wrapped my arm around her, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the pedestrian street.

They were old acquaintances, so the guards handled him with practiced ease. They held the frail old man firmly, moving at a snail's pace, for they knew that Old Man Li was not to be underestimated.

When Lei Gang finished speaking, the brothers all burst into laughter. It made my stomach ache; Lei Gang was far too sharp, leaving Baozi so stunned he didn't know what to say.

It was as if a soaring dragon had been bound by chains; Tang Fei could no longer access any of the internal energy within his body.

He was a die-hard traitor who had long ago pledged his heart to the Azure Light; he was a "super time bomb" with immense destructive power.

"Damn it!" many of the Dragon clan’s descendants cursed inwardly. Even if the thief tribe were wiped out, it seemed the title of the continent's premier force would still have nothing to do with the Dragon clan. They could not have been more resentful.

The locations had been scouted out the night before; she didn't intend to let any of the city's larger pharmacies go unchecked.

However, no matter how much she complained in her heart, Cui Yunhua maintained a composed expression and the basic dictates of etiquette. She personally presented a pouch of soil from their ancestral home and a tree root brought from Zhongzhou, while Cui Ping, the patriarch of the Anping Cui clan, reciprocated with a segment of a branch and a bag of apricot fruit... After a series of polite and auspicious exchanges, they entered the Cui family estate together.

"First form of the blade technique: Slaughtering Ten Thousand!" Wang Jun shouted. Instantly, several thousand disciples swung their short blades in unison, their movements crisp and perfectly synchronized.

Chen Xing had not expected such a reaction from this fellow and was momentarily stunned, but he was immediately overjoyed. If the guy said that, could it be that he really knew the location of the Heart of Water fragment? A glimmer of infinite hope ignited within him. He had been worried about finding it, but it seemed heaven was helping him by delivering the answer right to his doorstep.

"I was wrong before. From now on, I won't force customers to stop anymore. They can go eat barbecue wherever they like!" the middle-aged fat man also declared.

But to his utter shock, upon hearing his question, Pamivila threw her head back and laughed.

"That may be true, but..." the earlier waiter suddenly whispered, "Oh no, Brother Long will definitely send people to take revenge when he gets back. If it drags our shop into this, we're finished! No, I have to call the boss immediately!" Saying this, he grabbed the phone from under the counter and dialed.

"Because the Primordial God Peak possesses a heart as firm as a rock? Or perhaps, ambition!" Yan Shisan said softly.

Exasperated by the situation, Wang Linna decided to go all the way and sat down cross-legged at the entrance of the building, displaying a sign. She sat in silence for a while until Zhang Xuerong arrived. Seeing Wang Linna's behavior, she hesitated for a moment before following suit, sitting down in exactly the same manner.

"Do you understand now?" The hollow eyes of the God of War's skeleton stared straight at Chen Xing, as if sparks were dancing within them.

"Are you really that confident he'll believe you?" Crystal said from behind, idly playing with the phone she had just been holding.

"Oh no, class has already started. How about I take you to report to Tang Zixuan first?" Luo Qiang said. He didn't know how he would explain it to her; he wasn't sure if she would agree to a student transferring in halfway through the term.