Chapter 103: A Clean Sweep

Night fell like ink, and the silhouette of the Shanghai Museum under the moonlight resembled a sleeping giant. A large number of self-media bloggers gathered across the square from the museum, along with some idle onlookers. Everyone was eagerly discussing whether the Thief Saint would make an appearance. No one knew that the Thief Saint was standing nearby, listening to their conversations.

Zhan Hong, unable to contain his curiosity, wanted to learn what was happening firsthand, so he mingled with the crowd. Seeing that I had shut the door to Zhou’s private chamber to keep him out, he quietly slipped back to his seat and, using his divine sight, observed everything happening inside.

“Isn’t this quite good? He still respects you as always; your brotherly bond remains unchanged,” the Holy Father said, patting the Holy Son on the shoulder.

From Guo Linhai’s actions, it was clear he wasn’t just speaking empty words—he was genuinely prepared to fight, willing to risk injury for a life-or-death struggle.

Soon after, in the middle of the churning sea, a massive spindle-shaped water curtain arched once more.

“Send Madam Fu back to Heyuan, and quickly summon the physician to have a look,” Ya’er hurriedly instructed, following Shangguan Honglie.

“Don’t cry, Yue’er. The Fifth Brother will stand up for you,” the red-rimmed eyes immediately welled up with tears at those words.

He Lian snorted and stopped struggling so fiercely. If she couldn’t strike others, then she wouldn’t. She would follow suit, conserve her strength, and wait for the right moment.

“Our Su family has always been loyal and humble toward the court and the royal family. Now that this has happened, how can my master face his colleagues in the court? How can I face him? It would be better to die,” she said, then moved as if to touch the pillar.

Only then did Liu Feng notice that the luminous membrane of the Moon Gate shone brightly, almost dazzlingly, and as Paul and Marks twisted the mechanism, the membrane seemed to thicken, becoming both brighter and more transparent.

“Xian’er, don’t say any more. I promise I will find a way to heal you,” Shangguan Honglie said firmly yet gently, stroking Xian’er’s head.

Luo Qifeng said nothing; he simply watched as Qiao Mu helped Ai Yimo up, then after a long while, turned and walked out.

The man sobbed repeatedly, like a wild beast, as the night gradually deepened into darkness.

Sun Jie looked down at the foot pressing on his chest, eyes wide with shock. As he reached out to pull her foot away, she swiftly withdrew it and grabbed him, pulling him to his feet. Someone nearby tried to seize Cheng Xunxun but was met with a fierce strike to the face.

As for Jun Moli, given the affairs of the Jun family and his sharp mind, he certainly knew who was behind the old incident. He was a thorn in the emperor’s side, wielding immense power.

His tall figure still seemed out of place in the kitchen, but he tried to adapt, all to spare her from sorrow.

Suddenly shaken, Wen Rou slowly came to her senses. This was not Du Wenrou; the tone of voice and the expression on the face were unmistakably her own.

Looking at the unconscious Xiao Hun, Yin Mengli covered him with a blanket. Seeing the sweat pouring down his face, she furrowed her brows deeply and gently touched his forehead, her expression growing even more intense.

If the Third Young Master hadn’t arrived, he had planned to make this joyful event livelier; otherwise, she wouldn’t have had a place in the hall at all. Yet she had the audacity to act so presumptuously.

Originally set for several days, a sudden situation cut the time short before even a full day had passed. Some had only found a few herbs, while others found none. This time, those who did find some medicinal plants were quite confident.

Damn it, the teacher’s claim that there was more than one volunteer was clearly targeting Ye Ji, but Ye Ji couldn’t even move the chair now. What could he possibly do?