Volume 1, Chapter 32: All Deceivers Are Men

The palace maids chattered among themselves.

The attendant answered repeatedly and hurried back to Golden Ladle Restaurant, where he told the proprietress everything that had happened.

Looking at that pale, bloodless face through the reinforced glass, Lin Rui wished more than anything that he were the one lying inside.

I wanted to break free of his grip, but his hand clutched mine with such force that I could not pull away. He clearly did not look very strong, so why were his hands so powerful? No matter how hard I struggled, I could not escape.

Holding the Crystal of Spacetime, Jiang Xiao focused his attention and scanned it. Just as Jiang Ling had said, it was filled with countless laws concerning space and time. On the strength of the crystal alone, it could at least be considered an ultimate treasure.

Everyone in the caravan knew him only as a traveling cloth merchant, but no one knew that there was also a living person bound hand and foot inside his carriage. Ning Xiu believed that even if Chu Wanglun were exposed, no one in the Sun Family caravan would say anything, but it was still best to remain cautious and discreet. If trouble could be avoided, it should be avoided.

The portly man was deeply embarrassed. The first person he recognized was Zheng Gangling. The county magistrate might not know who he was, but he absolutely could not fail to recognize the magistrate. Then he recognized Duan Baokang, the county constable—a local power one absolutely could not afford to offend. If he decided to cause trouble, he would show no mercy whatsoever.

Nangong Yunyao frowned at the sight, but there was nothing she could do. All she could do was control the roc and make it descend faster.

I was afraid—no, “terrified” would have been more accurate. I opened my mouth to shout, but no sound came out. Just then, my phone rang again. It was another message from customer service.

So Carl did not mind taking this opportunity to hone his own combat skills.

Back in the Sacred Thunder Palace aboard the Sacred Thunder Shuttle, Jiang Xiao began cultivating in seclusion, while the development of the Primordial Wilderness proceeded normally, just as everyone in later generations knew it would.

Lin Yi and Old Wei tossed away their cigarettes, gathered their belongings, and walked in the direction from which the sound had come.

Of course, this alone could not prove that the two were dating. Yet it was common knowledge to everyone else, and the only person who lacked that memory was Hoshino Morihoshino herself, the person involved. No matter how it was explained, none of it made sense.

When all was said and done, the many calamities they had encountered in the Land Without Light were nothing more than “phantoms” bound by restraints.

Yan Bugui and his wife were, after all, merely commoners from the lowest ranks. By now, they were utterly at a loss.

First came the assassination attempt, followed by a trap. Jiang Wuxie had been targeted repeatedly, and no Bladebearer with even the slightest sense of belonging could stand by and do nothing.

His fist closed feebly. She was nothing more than a country bumpkin. She was still going to marry in another woman’s place—how could she possibly become a threat to him?

This should have been a city that had already fallen into decline. Even so, the ruined city still preserved the last flicker of its dying flame.

Huzi shone the flashlight into the lake several times. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, the two crouched at the water’s edge and washed themselves by scooping up the water.

Irritated and distracted by the vexing noise, Jinguji Yue lifted his head and looked outside. The endless fireworks continued for a full ten minutes. When the final burst faded away, the sudden silence that descended felt as though everyone else in the world had died, leaving only him lying blankly at the center of existence.

If results that could manifest in him could appear, why could they not manifest in others as well?

The old, yellowed toilet was transformed beyond recognition, as though it had just come fresh from the factory. Its porcelain surface was whiter than a freshly peeled egg—so white that it was almost dazzling.