Chapter 116: Qinghuan and Huaishan Gaze at Each Other

Qiu Ju led Cheng Huaishan toward home while bringing up the matter of the arranged meeting.

When Cheng Huaishan heard about what the girl had been through, he was stunned for a moment.

He had thought his life was settled as it was, and had never expected to grow old with anyone. He never imagined that Sister Qiu Ju would be arranging a match for him.

And this girl he had met only once before carried a past just as wounded as his own—indeed, a hundred times more agonizing. No wonder when he had encountered her in the mountains last time, she had wept so heartbreakingly, with such gut-wrenching sorrow.

A tender feeling for this frail girl suddenly rose in his heart.

In the city, Yan Zheng, who had just finished his evening meal, rubbed his eyelid that had been twitching all day. Just as he was about to go down to inspect the city gate, before he could even fasten his sword, he heard a clamor of shouting from the direction of the gate.

With those words, Qin Feng sneered and walked away, leaving Luo Daluo utterly bewildered. A chilling dread crept up his spine—a sudden panic of being seen through, as if a cold blade were pressed against his back. Could it be that he had already noticed something about that matter?

Meanwhile, Jiang Fang, on the bed, tried to snatch the wailing child and stumbled to her feet, but her frail body could not support her, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Cheng Nuo and Ling Ming exchanged glances. For what reason had they rushed through the spirit testing to desperately see these people? Neither of them had forgotten. What they needed to do now lay right before them; there was nothing more to say but to accept it.

"She asked me to meet her—was it she who set the fire?" Hao Xin, in despair, let her thoughts run wild with conjecture. This frightened Xia Yenuo, who hurriedly set the baby down on the bed and held her tightly.

The Jiang family, as a great aristocratic clan, had its share of drama both from within and without.

It wasn't until recently that she heard news brought by Xin Kuan and the Gu Demon Sect people, and realized this was a golden opportunity. That was why she had slipped out secretly, waiting here for Tian Sheng.

"Brother, I heard you were dining here. I'm hosting the leaders from the banking system myself, so I came over to offer you a toast. Hope I'm not disturbing." Liu Baiwan said, his face beaming with a ruddy glow.

With every step taken, one of the Calming Heart Bells atop the tower would let out a soft chime, as if the mind, thus stimulated, grew even more tranquil.

In response to Jiang Qi's renewed provocation, the youth glared furiously at the culprit before him, shouting back without the slightest sign of weakness: "What, just because your martial arts are better than mine, you think I'm afraid of you?"

Zhang Wei's action once again sent a tremendous uproar through all the cultivators present, their shock beyond measure, a great surge roaring within their bodies.

Liu Yifeng slew that team member, snatched the bone whip from his hand, and intercepted Jiang Lide.

"He will definitely come—he promised me." Qian Mo bit her lip, hoping Ling Yu would not forget.

A colossal figure appeared within the clouds, its ferocious head raised high, its eyes gazing coldly down upon the masses on the earth. A man in white robes stood atop the phantom silhouette, facing the breeze with a faint smile.

Outside the distillery, an old man was smoking a long-stemmed pipe. A wisp of green gas drifted past him, and he toppled straight to the ground, his body utterly still.

Earlier, the family had discussed it and decided Lin Tian would set the fire. They thought no one would notice, but he was discovered after all. Still, since the countryside had no surveillance cameras, he couldn't produce any evidence. As long as they refused to admit it, everything would be fine.

Body-tempering martial arts had always been the most grueling discipline in the martial world, beyond the reach of ordinary people. If not for Wen Qingye's perseverance, far surpassing that of ordinary men, he would have fainted long ago.

After her resurrection, she hid quietly behind a large wooden crate, waiting for the right moment, moving her body without a sound, trying to see where Wang Yu was.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Anyway, I don't want any further dealings with them in the future. Oh, by the way, Ling Yu, what business do you have in Dagang Town?" Leng Qingyu suddenly asked.

From the stretch Lincoln in the middle descended a man of about thirty. His shoulder-length hair, flickering gaze, and sharply defined features indeed made him quite handsome—though beneath his dashing exterior, he could not suppress a sinister, venomous aura that seeped out from within.