Volume One, Chapter 80: She Must Be My Sister

Shen Ruzhi was tending to a potted flower, watering it gently. Upon learning the police verdict, her expression remained unchanged. She knew Zhang Wei would take the blame for An Lan, for Zhang Wei secretly admired her. Since no information had been leaked, Zhang Wei was dismissed and faced two years in prison. An Lan received a week’s disciplinary education, and the cultural center, due to the severity of her actions, requested her resignation.

The guard swept his gaze over the four of them, collected his rifle, and tilted his head slightly toward the door, signaling they could leave. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; passing through that door meant their prison break had succeeded perfectly.

“There’s nothing I can do. I couldn’t investigate that place thoroughly. Although Ling tried to hack in, it seems you stopped her,” El shrugged.

A Si said, “It’s only the second round, should I call it now?” Clearly, he had his own considerations.

Just then, the soldiers behind the shield suddenly shouted in unison, and the shield began to retreat slowly.

However, Fan Qinghui, with the reputation of martial justice, bound him to the cart, placing him in a difficult position. If he didn’t act, heroes across the land would mock him as one of the so-called Three Grandmasters of Martial Arts.

An Yu was certain that the tracking stone wasn’t there when they first arrived; only after he and Yuan Yi stopped did someone hurl it with great force, embedding it deep into the ground.

Li Xun glanced at Zhang Liang with a complicated expression. He didn’t know how to face the monk from Tianyin Temple, who had once injured him.

“Have you read this ledger?” The Wolf mentioned the ledger, and Qin Dandan immediately sighed in recognition.

Compared to Wang Chen’s lament, Vinnie also removed her helmet, and together with Jerlina and the others, joyfully gazed at the sky outside the cave.

He was suffering in silence; Cheng Dalei was not as formidable as he appeared. The drug Li Ru gave Cheng Dalei was indeed potent, revealing Li Ru’s desperation to kill him.

Wu Di glanced at Fan Debiao, noticing he resembled a certain infamous man from Liaobei, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect.

Knives were buried beneath the lava, and some of the molten rock turned to powder, drifting into the air.

She looked toward Nie Ting; Lin Beiliu’s ability to call out such a high price was thanks to Nie Ting’s efforts.

Han Tong could hold his own against Liu Heihu and Zhong Mushan, but was no match for Cheng Dalei’s single strike. He couldn’t see what happened; a flash of sword light, and a thin line of blood appeared on Han Tong’s throat.

Li Tuzi and his men were momentarily helpless, and two of them were wounded in the arms by Boss Zhu.

“We can’t run. If we escape, it confirms my guilt!” Mu Ye’s face was grim, knowing today was a major trial in his life.

E Fan Ya, right as Fang Wei entered, grabbed his hand and gave him a cautionary look.

Suddenly, a blaze of light shone forth; the two Nascent Soul cultivators, apparently acting on instructions from someone behind the scenes, prepared to strike, aiming directly for Bai Chuan without concern for Jin Weichu’s fate.

Sun Xingdao was dazed, looking from the characters on the paper to Wu Di’s calm face, sensing a mysterious confidence.

Like a fish gliding beneath the waterfall, Feng Qingyan used the rush of water to bathe, cleaning both himself and his clothes.

“Hong, open the door, it’s your mother.” Madam Lü found her son's room dark, but did not stop; she stepped forward and knocked loudly on the door.

Thus, finally, on the seas of Imperial Heaven, the footprints of land cultivators appeared, and the Finfolk benefited from various exchanges, growing swiftly and strong.