Chapter 38: Misunderstanding
During this time, Sheng Xiayan happened to hear from the servants that Xie Xunzhi had been struggling with his sleep.
He would toss and turn throughout the night, often finding it difficult to drift off.
As an expert skilled in herbs and incense, Sheng Xiayan decided to craft an aromatherapy blend herself, using ingredients known to calm the spirit and promote sleep.
She knew that if these medicinal herbs were prepared in the right proportions, they would surely bring him some relief.
She set her sights on...
The four armored vehicles had just pulled the steel cables taut when the giant serpent suddenly let out a long hiss. With a violent spring of its massive body, it soared into the air once more. Two of the armored vehicles were abruptly dragged toward the pit. Alert drivers, the moment the vehicles left the ground, managed to scramble out of their cabs and escape.
The moment Chu Tao regained his focus, he dodged swiftly. Seeing an opportunity, Tang Yao leaned down to retrieve his blade, ready to strike back. However, Chu Tao had already assumed a defensive stance. The two stood in close proximity, locked in a tense standoff. Tang Yao’s cunning eyes bore into Chu Tao, as if savoring the sight of prey already within his grasp.
The pair of smiling, intoxicating eyes across from him radiated a wanton, biting chill, seeping with a sinister light. There had never been such a beautiful swordsman in the martial arts world, save for the late Mu Ye. Xie Junhe had followed him for twelve years and trusted him for twelve years; even in the dimmest light, he could never mistake him or the sword he was about to unsheathe.
Ruan Jingyuan was the only one who truly understood the Young Marshal's mind. He knew that all this trouble stemmed from that photograph of Le Hengqing and the Young Mistress, which had ignited the Young Marshal’s fury. He advised him not to act rashly yet and to bring them back to Yunzhou, hoping it might save a few lives.
The hawk-eyed man naturally noticed these things, but his brows merely twitched slightly, a hint of disdain hidden in his smile.
Much like an awards gala for film and television, the performances and the award presentations were interspersed, with the final act being a ribbon-cutting ceremony performed by Zhu Haiping, the deputy director of the Pingjin Municipal Bureau of Radio and Television.
"Me?" Meng Zhu thought for a moment. What should she wish for? To return to Situ Xiao's side? No, that was impossible. To be happily married to Le Hengqing? That wasn't it either. What, then, could she possibly wish for?
Outside the inn’s lattice window, a white carrier pigeon cooed incessantly, so bothersome that Junhe grabbed it by the wings, shoved it into its cage, and latched the door. Aside from flapping its wings in dissatisfaction, it had no choice but to continue its cooing protest.
No sooner had the words been spoken than they heard the clatter of a helicopter. Lei Ming immediately scooped up Xia Haitong and boarded the aircraft, ignoring Brother Shui’s astonishment as he ordered him to fly to his house.
"They headed toward the Shanyang Peak area!" the guard replied. Situ Xiao knew that if Shanyang Peak could not be taken, Jingyan could not be conquered. He had used his connections with foreigners to temporarily stabilize the North, all for the sake of seizing the territory of the Southern warlord Zhi Bang, knowing that he would eventually have to face Le Linfeng in a final showdown.
"The Void Gem? It looks a bit eerie, but it doesn't seem to be dangerous," the Heavenly Dog Venerable said dismissively.
Like a spring breeze slipping into the night, moistening all things in silence, all brainwashing and transformation were a gradual, imperceptible process.
This was, of course, a worthless idea, but at that moment, it was the best plan Wuyan, the Murong clan, and the others could come up with.
As the camera panned, it revealed a laboratory that must have spanned over five hundred square meters; it was vast and filled with a sci-fi, mechanical aesthetic.
After casting a defensive circle of Crimson Flame Divine Fire around the four of them, the Bird Deity transformed into a stream of scarlet light, poured into Ye Yuan’s divine body, and returned to dormancy.
Jill’s eyes were filled with concern. When she had first discovered Zhou Yang’s motorcycle there, her heart had leapt into her throat. She had been terrified until she saw that Zhou Yang was not among the corpses; she had been on edge and restless until she finally laid eyes on him.
She had originally intended to probe her husband’s suspicion, but he was not on the same wavelength as her. In reality, Henry Allen remained the primary suspect—at least according to the suspicions of the Eye Organization. The police, however, had already cleared him of wrongdoing.