Chapter Thirty-One: Seizing the Opportunity

Inside the black SUV, Yin Nian was behind the wheel while Han Duoduo sat in the passenger seat, binoculars in hand, scanning the road ahead. The red dot on the tracker had suddenly stopped about a kilometer away from them—likely waiting at a traffic light.

Yin Nian pressed on the accelerator, the car picking up speed. When they were just over a hundred meters from the red dot, it began moving again.

“I see him,” Han Duoduo said. “White Buick, license plate ending in Q785, right?”

“That’s right,” Yin Nian nodded and eased off the gas, not wanting to rush through the light.

As they reached the intersection, the traffic light turned red. Yin Nian revealed her plan to Han Duoduo: she intended to plant a listening device in Yang Yongli’s car and would need—

Just then, the Master of Illusion Palace pressed her palms together and bowed solemnly to the sky. Lifting her chin, she gracefully opened her hands, and a swirl of seven-colored radiance blossomed forth, within which a golden seal shimmered faintly.

Zhang Zi’an could not forget the scene he had just witnessed. He doubted his own eyes—why did Feimas’ gaze so resemble that of the departed Guangqian terrier?

Caught in this persistent obsession, his consciousness gradually slipped into a muddled, dazed state.

Although Ironblade San Dao felt as if he were cutting his own flesh, the Chief had already given his orders—what else could he do? He could only nod his assent.

They soared along the Golden Avenue, where golden lotuses were carved into the road, shining brilliantly. Pineapple flowers bloomed on either side, the pure land was fragrant, and countless monasteries and temples nestled amid swaying woods. Everywhere was suffused with auspicious peace, stirring a tranquil longing in the soul.

The two of them strolled to the seaside. Contrary to her usual self, Kaname Kamiya was silent, simply gazing lost in thought at the sky.

Tina was momentarily distracted. Turning around, she saw it was an old man in a tai chi uniform, with a hint of childish mischief between his brows.

Judging by the situation, if Tang Chuan truly delayed his advancement, Kong Haipeng would surely arrive at that very moment, leaving Lian’er with no chance at all. As for Tang Chuan, he would likely be disrupted by Kong Haipeng as well.

“I’m fine,” Tang Chuan reassured, reaching over to pat Peony Fairy’s hand. Across from them, Qingzhan frowned slightly. As Qingyan’s grandfather, he naturally disliked the display of intimacy between Tang Chuan and Peony Fairy, though he refrained from showing it.

Master Qiushui lashed out in anger, for she had once secretly admired Master Jitian. Seeing him so gravely wounded, her heart was filled with rage.

It was not until the summer of the twentieth year of Emperor Yongli’s reign, when the widowed and bereaved Seventh Prince’s Consort vanished completely from the public eye in the capital, that he finally hurried to the Seventh Prince’s Residence.

She seemed to have grown even more beautiful, her allure seeping from her very bones—a fatal attraction for men.

One photograph after another, looking at their pictures together, he remembered clearly when and where each was taken, and with what feelings.

Kong Yixian and Chang Yi exchanged glances, both unable to fathom the reason for her expression. Even Liang Fei was extremely anxious. After all her days of deliberation, could it be that she was about to break up with him?

Upon closer acquaintance, she was actually gentle and well-mannered. She never forced her way into conversations simply because of Su Jinli and Yun Yang, nor did she act inferior due to their deliberate indifference.

At this moment, seeing the cold, ominous missiles being lowered, everyone’s faces grew even more grim.

At the same time, she secretly glanced at Lu Xin, worried that Lu Xin might let something slip and expose their conversation.

Seeing how tense everyone had been, Heng Yanlin had thought some grave illness had befallen them; he never imagined it was due to contamination by yin energy.

Still, he believed that one day this supercar would speed down the highway, unleashing its phenomenal performance and dazzling speed—like a hidden dragon in the deep, destined to soar into the sea, so long as it persevered, it would one day rise to the skies.

As fate would have it, all I learned in the mortal realm was to discern good from bad. I admit it: I can’t defeat Xiao An Gu, I need someone to watch my back, and I accept that.