Chapter 39: Poor Pandie

When she arrived at the village where her younger sister had married, Li Qingyun sought directions from a group of women working in the fields.

“Aunties, could you tell me how to get to Li Pandie’s house?”

“Li Pandie, the one who married here from Li Family Village?” asked a tall, slender woman, rising to her feet.

“That’s her,” Li Qingyun replied joyfully.

“And who are you to her?” The woman studied her with suspicion.

“I’m her elder sister. I’ve come to see her.”

Upon hearing this, the woman urged, “You’re her sister? Then you’d better go quickly. I heard that after she returned from her mother’s home last night…”

Meanwhile, Mu Fan’s burning gaze made Tian Xin Yue’s cheeks flush crimson; her large eyes squeezed shut, unable to meet his gaze for even an instant.

“What is it, did Su Yanjue send over the divorce papers?” Ran Zhengming, seeing her so lost, couldn’t resist twisting the knife.

The Soul-Eating Rat roared, so furious it seemed smoke would pour from its seven orifices, startling the master of Moonwatch Tower and the third elder, who turned sharply in response.

Now he truly looked like a man on the verge of death, lying in bed, struggling to breathe each precious breath.

I am not a saint; it is merely said that a prodigal’s return is worth more than gold, especially when he admits his faults so earnestly. Previously, I kept my distance out of concern for He Tingyu’s feelings; now, realizing he truly has feelings for me, I am wary.

How could they dare to step forward? If they aided the cattlemen, it would mean opposing Han Feilong; helping Lan Yao would make them enemies of Chen Qing. There was no way to please both sides, and so the only option was to retreat.

Meanwhile, the site for the new arsenal had been chosen, and the Ministry of War, Ministry of Works, and the Office of the Lesser Treasury began recruiting craftsmen and laborers for construction, with the military garrison marking the area as a restricted zone.

What exactly is the relationship between the old patriarch and Shi Leiming? What are the underlying truths behind all of this?

But Ran Yunduan clearly misunderstood his intentions, and instead, her conviction regarding her relationship with Bai Mengni only deepened in her heart.

“This is just a hospital; what could possibly happen? Let’s go.” Qiao Neng said, dragging Nie Wanluo away in large strides, his heart full of vexation, ignoring her persistent questions.

But the explosion just now was so enormous that everyone began speculating—had the Vanguard Army arrived in force?

Hua Tian pondered briefly before saying, “Since we’re here, we might as well take a look.” Jiang Xuehan and Mo Yan never opposed Hua Tian’s decisions, and so the four followed the crowd to a spacious square in the city of Jishui.

Luo Zhen looked upward, seeing only a figure in black robes using some unknown technique to draw water from the well up into the sky, though he could not guess the purpose.

“Break!” Zhou An, unmoving for seven days, suddenly acted. Raising his right arm, he clenched his fist, uttered a low cry, and opened his eyes wide as a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

The second option was to remain as Jiang Baldhead’s lackey, waiting for the inevitable end—not even the end, for their days were already difficult.

While the cake was being cut, the students swiftly lined up, combining the distribution of cake and the giving of gifts into one continuous process.

Qin Zhixing shifted his gaze, the stubbornness in his eyes stirring Nie Wanluo’s remorse; she had harmed Chen Yuling and, unintentionally, hurt her own elder sister.

Ruins of immortal sects that have already been made public can only be entered by major forces like the Seven Sects; even if Jiudream Fairy is a cultivator in the Creation Realm, she cannot intervene. No matter how powerful a Creation Realm cultivator is, she cannot match a grand sect like the Seven Sects.

The taxi pulled onto the empty lot, and the driver immediately got out, scurrying away, leaving Qin Yang alone in the car.

Yet Yang Bian had barely thrown his knife and fork when he saw a silver spear planted firmly in Yang Lei’s backside.

Aside from that, Chi Huan’s face became more translucent, and his ears grew sharper—becoming otherworldly in a different sense. These symptoms were side effects of overusing the Light-Absorbing Pupil. As his communication with elemental spirits deepened, Chi Huan himself gradually took on their appearance.