Chapter 45: Father and Son

Pingzhen.
On the construction site under the blazing sun.
Ji Shichu’s ears had been burning for a long time, not because of the scorching weather, but because someone was bad-mouthing him behind his back.
The drizzle grew heavier, beating against the dilapidated walls and emitting a sticky, damp odor. Lian Chen's thin clothes could hardly ward off the chill; no matter how hard he clenched his teeth and endured it, he still trembled slightly from the cold.
The Trial Assembly was an opportunity for them—an opportunity to become the strong. Although the chance was terribly slim, it still offered them a glimmer of hope.
Madam Nongyue suddenly walked forward in astonishment, her beautiful face turning slightly red, looking as horrified and panic-stricken as if she had suddenly heard some terrifying news.
Those present raised their eyes and saw a young man with his hands clasped behind his back, landing leisurely from the roof like a falling leaf.
Si Ru sneered. Just when Lu Qing thought she was going to knock on the door, she raised her leg and kicked it instead.
Ji Youruo's path was blocked for the time being, so Mu Chuan could only rack his brains to unearth any clues that might contain the legacy of Marquis Wu's studies of the heart and zither.
With the sound of a ball being struck, Yingyi withdrew her gaze. Instead of watching the match ahead, she kept her eyes closed, as if listening intently to something.
Mo Tong wanted to tease him into talking more, but feeling that unusual current graze his forearm once again, he panicked instantly.
Though Lu Sheng'er uttered words of complaint, a faint smile still lingered on her face, completely devoid of any discernible awkwardness.
"How am I supposed to know?!" Shen Jing took a sullen gulp of his drink in frustration. He had always been at odds with Wei Wushuang, and it was largely because he viewed Wei Wushuang as a rival. When he went full of fighting spirit to duel with Wei Wushuang, only to find that his opponent had made not an inch of progress... the feeling can well be imagined.
Therefore, this excuse of returning to the Kunwu Sacred Mountain to handle affairs looked from every angle like an outward pretext. The underlying reason was simply that she did not want to see Ning Ye—or rather, she did not know how to conduct herself around Ning Ye, who already knew the truth and had recovered that deeply awkward and terrible part of her memories.
For a time, these Huai troops were forced to a standstill, unable to advance an inch. The Qi soldiers who had already climbed the scaling ladders were instantly shot dead by the Jiangning army atop the city walls, their corpses tumbling down from the ladders.
The figure of the figure in the black robe was split down the middle. Uncle Chen halted and looked vigilantly around his surroundings.
"Fourth child! This old woman gave birth to five sons in total; two died prematurely in their childhood! Only your father and your two uncles remain," the old lady said slowly.
Green light shimmered brilliantly upon the emerald bamboo, layers of greenish radiance rippling like waves, while the bamboo joints emitted a series of cracking sounds.
After just one glance, Father Chu withdrew his gaze, not daring to look any further, feeling somehow that it would be a desecration of purity.
The Evil God Candle had been severely wounded back then, and afterwards, many neighboring entities had taken advantage of his misfortune to loot him. At first, none of the evil gods believed his rhetoric, but later, as Bai Tianxing became increasingly active and several evil gods suffered heavy losses at his hands, not a single person remained who disbelieved.
Of course Bai起 did not know how much profound meaning was contained in Liu De's smile, yet he felt that his lord was still quite close to him, just as before.
Meanwhile, outside the Chentian Hall, Zhao Xian, dressed in white, strolled leisurely through the imperial city of Yingdu, observing the sights of the capital's royal grounds from side to side. The First Prince Xiang Qi, who was a full head taller than Zhao Xian, stood bent over and respectfully behind him.
How many people toil their whole lives to save money, only to surrender their lifetime's savings to the hospital over the course of a month or two, leaving behind a mountain of debt and grieving relatives burdened with paying it off.