Chapter 30: Gu Tingzhou’s Doubts

Li Qingyun had just returned home when she happened to run into Aunt Jiang, who was bringing her some clothes.

“Aunt Jiang, how did you finish so quickly? Didn’t I tell you there was no rush?”

“I wasn’t busy anyway, so I thought I’d make them first. Autumn is coming soon, and you won’t be able to wear them then. To tell you the truth, the style of your clothes is really nice. My own daughter even complained, asking why I didn’t make such a good design for her. But she insisted I make hers first, always so flustered and in a hurry.”

Aunt Jiang had been making clothes for decades, and her discerning eye rarely missed a detail—she only praised what she truly admired.

Li Qingyun didn’t mind.

“Thank you, Sister Mei’er. You came at the perfect time. Can you help me bring over the washed goji berries?” Yu Xuan, busy preparing ginseng soup for Lord Bao and Zhan Zhao, was grateful for Mei’er’s help.

But unfortunately, due to the distance, the imperial fleet would inevitably be the last to arrive.

Although Changle had abducted her, considering Master Guyue’s feelings, her elder sister probably wouldn’t stand by and do nothing—otherwise, she truly wouldn’t know what to do.

She tossed aside the skull and stood up abruptly. All around her lay rotting corpses and skeletons, even more terrifying were the countless two- or three-meter-long flesh worms crawling among the bones, and swarms of enormous flies buzzing through the air.

“No need to thank me! Thank Bai instead. By the way…” Night Burial drew out the wrist guard from atop Zabuza’s head as if it weighed nothing, and handed him the standard wrist guard of the Land of Waves.

There was another reason he didn’t want her to get involved: after the car accident, she suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. For a long time, she was unable to speak, plagued by nightmares and anxiety. It had taken her great effort to recover, so he was understandably cautious, not wanting her to be dragged into anything related to the accident again.

Up close, this so-called “Peach Blossom Village” was much like those ancient villages in period dramas, except this one was real, giving Chen Hao an added sense of authenticity.

Besides sight, living beings also rely on hearing and smell to perceive the world—like bats’ echolocation or the powerful noses of hyenas.

Qi Zaiyang glanced at Rong Li, recalling his earlier promise: a life sentence at the very least. Today, Xu Bolin was finished.

The high-ranking officials and great nobles of the Platinum Dynasty had lost all reason by now. Many were screaming, cursing, descending into madness.

Meanwhile, the Chinese media reported the news with remarkable objectivity. They believed Dongchen was seeking to reshape global trends in civil aviation, and their choice to cooperate with Boeing indicated their intent to play a more significant role in the industry. In stark contrast, the Japanese and Korean media responded with somber resignation.

First of all, he needed an operations director with extensive experience running mobile software businesses. For this position, he was offering an annual salary of two million yuan.

Chen Tian had pondered this question for some time. The reason he dared to ask was that, while the Heart of Energy was incredibly precious, it wasn’t exactly a secret treasure. From fragments of the golden dragon’s memories, it was clear that the Heart of Energy was a well-known, highly valued source of power. It was simply so rare and coveted that most people had never even seen one.

Qingwu’s pearly white teeth were exquisitely smooth, like a finely crafted work of art—once touched, impossible to relinquish or forget.

But this also seemed to be his weakness. He was too obsessed with glory, devoting too much of his mind to holy wars. After the pirate incident, he seemed to forget about Provence and lost interest in its affairs. Over time, he faded from public discussion, replaced by a surging tide of French merchants.

That seemingly all-powerful demonic claw, which appeared capable of crushing everything, suddenly retreated with the same swiftness with which it had come, vanishing back into the void. At that moment, the sky brightened as if nothing had happened. The people remained, and the ten demons were still perfectly intact, bound within the radiant light.

Li Niu arrived at the Princess’s Mausoleum. Commanding from the rear offered him no thrill; he preferred the battlefield, where he could hear the enemy’s despairing cries and inhale the acrid scent of gunpowder hanging in the air. The front lines, he believed, were where a real man belonged.