Chapter 53: The Qi Family Always Protects Their Own

“Third brother.”

The man nodded calmly, acknowledging Qi Hui’s greeting.

He was Qi Zhao, the second young master of the Qi family. Almost no information about him could be found online.

This was because he was an inventor and scientist, dedicated to research that protected the nation and its people, making his work highly confidential and him a formidable figure.

He was usually confined to his laboratory, seldom venturing out or interacting with others. Occasionally, he became so engrossed in his research that he would disappear for over ten days.

But if the development focused on the southern district rather than the northern one, the houses in the northern district would no longer be as valuable in the future.

“All right! I’m coming right away!” Upon hearing Xue Xiaoyan’s shout, Third Uncle slowly entered the room, glancing back every few steps.

The media pressed eagerly for answers. Zhou Guilan consistently refused to respond, but under pressure from the board, she had no choice but to agree to Shen Wanyi moving into the old mansion.

In fact, over these past few days, Dalton’s son had developed into a comrade sharing the revolutionary cause. However, since the organization had yet to be exposed, they were not invited to bid farewell together.

This time, unlike before where he would vanish and not reappear, after disappearing here, he immediately appeared behind Locke during the preliminary selection. His claw, reduced to mere bones, directly aimed for Locke’s heart.

“Sss…” Su Yi cried out in pain as the skin on her arm scraped against something. Her skin was soft and delicate, the wound quite visible, smeared with dirt.

“A cat?” Su Yi was startled, looking down at the feline in her arms. The cat, which had been filthy before, was now clean. Its fur, once wet, had dried.

Su Jinnian had drunk some wine at noon and felt a bit lazy now. Sitting down in a chair, he took a moment to rest.

“I never expected such fierce infighting within Zi Yu Home Textiles. There’s really no need to take it seriously. If it keeps going like this, it’ll collapse on its own in a few years!” Pan Ming, a sharp and insightful individual who was also acquainted with Xu Bing, pieced together the entire situation easily given Zi Yu Home Textiles’ current state.

“Drink, go to hell!” Zhang Hu twisted his mouth into a savage grin. His palm, radiating a fierce dark energy, struck down towards Xiao Yu’s forehead.

Previously, the primordial soul had been devoured considerably. Now, even with the power of devouring resentment, it could only approach its peak strength.

“So your father’s cultivation should have reached Martial Sovereign, right?” Liu Yuntian asked, his tone filled with gossip.

However, a sudden live broadcast abruptly interrupted their “Fire Seed Plan” meeting.

Some people in the café glanced disdainfully at Xiao Yu, their eyes seemingly questioning why a delivery person would be inside a café.

A lotus leaf shifted above his head, blocking the sunlight. Wu Ya’s expression grew more solemn as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, falling onto the bluestone pavement below.

“I don’t know where the Dao Sovereign is now. After all these years, there’s still no trace of him,” said the Primordial Purple-Gold Divine Beast before transforming into a white-clad youth. The youth, the divine beast’s human form, had flowing silver-white hair cascading over his shoulders.

After a long journey, Mo Fan was taken to a highly secretive place, first passing through endless forests before descending to the bottom of a cliff. Yu Zhen cast a spell to break through the barrier, revealing the entrance to a cave.

Even the dozen or so Martial Sovereigns who charged out—some six-star Martial Sovereigns among them—turned pale and filled with terror at the terrifying power of the Thunder Emperor.

Everything happened in such chaos, so tangled and incomprehensible... Even neutral magic teachers like Ember were momentarily at a loss.

He stood up and saw the proprietress, dressed in a translucent pink nightgown, waving her delicate hand to beckon him over.

Xuan Ming tossed a stone orb to the Third Prince, who caught it clumsily. When he looked up again, Qian Yuan and the others had already vanished.