Chapter 145: The Pitiful Woman

Da Ni and Er Ni helped tidy up before heading home. Li Qingyun did not ask them to stay.

Watching the two children walk out of the courtyard gate, Mother Gu sighed and said, "It’s fortunate that you heard them today; otherwise, there’s no telling how long those two little ones would have stayed at the door. If they had caught a cold, it would have been a disaster. It’s a pity for them to have such an unreliable mother. I hear she’s obsessed with having a son, drinking bitter medicinal decoctions every single day—no telling how much she’s downed. Your father is also to blame; that remark he made the other day really struck a chord with the couple."

"What is destined to be yours will come; do not force what is not."

The rhythmic thumping on the door grew increasingly insistent. Gao Qing tossed and turned, desperate to shut out the sound, but his efforts were in vain; the knocking continued, steady and relentless.

"What do you mean by 'always wearing'?" The Pangolin’s stiff mask betrayed nothing, though a sense of bewilderment flickered in its eyes.

"It was a full two meters tall! I’ve never seen a pig that huge!" the boy described with extreme excitement.

The driver’s anxious voice came from behind him, but Gao Qing ignored him, continuing to march forward with long, determined strides.

Whoosh! Just as the group was deliberating, two figures suddenly flew in from afar. They were outer-sect disciples, and they stopped abruptly as they hovered over the herb garden.

One must realize that it was the dead of winter, with the New Year fast approaching. Aside from the evergreens like pines and cypresses, most trees and plants should have been bare and withered, waiting for the arrival of spring.

Before long, Leibao arrived at the inner gate with a grim face, accompanied by several other leaders.

"The underworld is merely a spiritual realm, a virtual space. The mortal world is the material world, something tangible. Can there really be a door between the virtual and the real?" Jiang Dong finished speaking, lifted his teacup, and sipped the fragrance, feigning total disbelief.

Before the words had even faded, the final four parties arrived. Shangguan Qudie and Jin Lü introduced them one by one. Only then did Jiang Dong truly grasp the full scope of the nine major factions. The last four were the Ren family from Jingzhou, the Qi family from Xiliang Prefecture, the Wind God Valley of Youzhou, and the Great Leiyin Temple of Leizhou.

At this moment, Tenkai Kanade still appeared utterly shattered, kneeling in the mud with his face, neck, and clothes all caked in filth.

As time passed, these people would inevitably become his eyes and ears, perhaps even rebelling at a critical moment to plunge a blade deep into Situ Xing’s back.

Li Ling keenly noticed the admiration in Situ Xing’s eyes; a look of joy immediately flooded his face as he spoke in a fawning tone.

Upon seeing the British soldiers who had come to rescue them, the captives wept bitterly as if they had been reunited with their own parents, complaining afterward about why it had taken them so long to arrive.

It seemed his reputation still held weight in this military district; otherwise, General Liu would not have been so terrified just by hearing his name. It was a pity he couldn't stay longer, or he might have stirred up some headlines for the military district press.

Westerners lacked the Oriental spirit of disregarding death; they would not embrace a satchel charge to perish together with an enemy tank. They could only passively evade the tank’s attacks, powerless to fight back.

Watching Lin Feng’s retreating figure, his eyes shimmered with undisguised resentment and murderous intent.

"No matter. This hot potato certainly cannot end up in my hands." Judge Hai pondered for a moment, then swept his large sleeve, enveloping Jiang Dong in a white light as he flew back once more.

Unfortunately, Noxus did not win in the final championship, so this piece of equipment remained forever a conjecture in the players' minds, never having the chance to grace the stage of League of Legends, nor even the qualification to become a part of history.

"Our Chi Man is quite skilled in martial arts. How about letting Young Master Liu exchange a few moves with her?" Mo Ran distracted the others while secretly packing up the leftover food from the table to take back for Xi Feng.

Considering this, Old Mai dismissed the thought, deciding to deal with it later. They were in the same building and would see each other constantly; there would always be an opportunity to run into Yu Mu and bring up the matter of her health.