Chapter 37: Uneasy
On the way back, Ye Cheng followed behind Ling Xiaoyue in silence.
Suddenly, Ling Xiaoyue turned around, her clear eyes resting on Ye Cheng, and her voice softened a little:
"Ye Cheng, I know you have always been loyal to me. You've made another great contribution this time. But now that you are already the Grand Steward of the Crown Prince's residence, I have no higher rank to grant you. When I ascend the throne, I will appoint you as the Inspector-General of the Eastern Depot."
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Although Zhang Han could not clearly sense the exact level of strength the Azure Dragon possessed, he guessed that it was at least at the Nascent Soul stage or higher.
As for the errand boy under the steward, that was out of the question—how could someone as talented as Zhang Wei be sent on such "lackey" tasks?
"Let's go, we'll take you back now." Before Li Yi could say anything more to Yu Youwei, the Right Vanguard soldiers pushed him aside.
On careful thought, his pragmatic cousin did make some sense. He really shouldn't be too unforgiving now that he had the upper hand, or the family ties they had just managed to restore might collapse again in an instant.
The Da Zhou Dynasty had run rampant in Panyang City for so many years that it had left an indelible shadow in the hearts of the people.
The old man could not make sense of it all; in the end, he could only attribute the sudden turn of events to some fortuitous encounter the young man before him must have had.
The sporadic fighting in town seemed to have ceased as well. The soldiers of the Red Dragon Battalion who had been sent out were gradually arriving at the town's administrative office, awaiting further orders—whether to ambush the soldiers of the Upright Dynasty coming to reinforce, or to rush to the crystal mine for a rescue.
This also reminded him of his Sky-Splitting Fist. Even before his acupoints had been fully opened, he already wielded such power. Now, with his arm's strength greatly increased, it was too much for any ordinary sorcerer to endure. If he used the Sky-Splitting Fist again, he feared its power would be even greater.
When Lei Suyu's flute sounded, he collapsed right onto the ground, simply because he was too exhausted.
He had not yet found a place to buy food when Bai Qingyan walked on, and all at once her eyes lit up—a vendor selling candied hawthorn was hawking dozens of skewers to passersby.
Jiang Dongliu always liked to travel with his disciples, even bringing them to the legendary assembly when it was convened. Clearly, he cared deeply for both his descendants and his followers.
A gentleman may wait ten years to take his revenge. Endure humiliation today, escape from this devil's grasp, and then plot for vengeance. With tears in her eyes, Xu Dongdong nodded.
"That's what I think, anyway. In the end, it depends on how things play out in the moment," Sister Cheng Yun insisted, lifting her head with pride.
The Inch-Force Fist emphasizes launching a powerful punch from close range, exerting all one's explosive strength in a single blow to defeat the enemy.
Though he was furious, Li Yan had to admit that Li Zicheng's words did have some truth to them.
Suddenly, the blessing light shining upon him grew dazzling, accompanied by rough and awkward incantations.
With trembling hands, he picked up his phone from the bedside and quickly dialed that familiar number. After three rings—
When Wang Baoshan introduced the Snake Conservation Park, he deliberately left out Su Junhua. How could he forget that, back when Su Junhua wanted to bring the snake breeding base to the village, Wang Baoshan had been the loudest opponent?
One by one, they plunged into the water, scrubbing the mud from their hair, bodies, and clothes. The crystal-clear river was instantly muddied over a wide stretch.
Tears fell, bidding farewell to the past, to youth and innocence. From this moment on, she could no longer soar. Having walked down this street, life would now head in another direction. Xu Duoduo knew she would never look back—never again.
Whether there was breast milk or not, Qin Yinzhe had long since prepared milk powder, never waiting until the baby was hungry to buy it. Yet Lele's actions truly warmed the hearts of Qin Yinzhe and Ji Rou.
"Woof... woof..." Mianmian whimpered twice more. So many grievances burdened its heart, but no one could understand its language.