Chapter Forty-Five: Concerning the Old Demon Lord

“All right, the two of us can change clothes without any attendants. You may leave and tend to your other duties,” the junior master said with a wave of her hand to the seamstress.

The young seamstress quickly bowed to them both and hurried out, almost as if fleeing.

The junior master picked up the moon-white robe with a round collar and, in an instant, had turned and slipped into the new garment. Her former pure white attire was tossed into the tray.

Mingshuang’s eyes lit up with astonishment; the junior master, clad in her new ensemble, radiated a sense of refreshing renewal. The pale blue hue softened her otherwise cool demeanor, and the narrow-sleeved, round-collared design appeared crisper and more refined than the wide-sleeved uniform of the sect. Superior silk and delicate embroidery, paired with a jade-inlaid sash, transformed her into the very image of an elegant nobleman’s son.

After his intervention, Xiang Wentian glanced at Wang Yanjing not far away, his gaze shimmering. Wang Yanjing also looked at Xiang Wentian, pursing her lips but ultimately saying nothing.

Su Xi was panting heavily, glaring at Luo Cheng with the ferocity of a mother wolf protecting her cubs, as if she could kill him with her eyes alone.

Qin Jun clicked his tongue in wonder. Flames igniting on a fist defied all scientific explanation; only magic could account for it.

“President Su, it’s not that we don’t trust you; the banks refuse to lend us money. Our group is heading straight for bankruptcy! At this point, having President Su marry Young Master Zheng is the only way to save us from this crisis!” declared the crew-cut board member.

The Chief Protector had initially been unwilling to take on missions, believing the Fox King’s safety was paramount. Moreover, all of the demon realm owed much to the Queen of Demons, vowing loyalty to the Fox King, willing even to lay down their lives in her defense.

At that moment, the light faded, and the surrounding scenes of time and space began to rewind. Qin Jun was pulled back by a surge of bright light.

Whether that divine person possessed true supernatural powers or simply blundered into the truth is unknown, but the Jiang family’s ancestral tomb had indeed been relocated the previous year. The Jiang family could hardly doubt it; upon hearing the words of the divine man, they immediately concluded the grave was the root of their troubles. Without hesitation, upon returning home, they moved the ancestral tomb once more to a new site.

Su Jialiang’s face reddened with embarrassment. He coughed dryly and fell silent; given the disparity in cultivation and strength, he had no desire to be tossed aside a second time.

No one spoke at the scene, each harboring different thoughts. Some believed Tian Er Miao should not have killed, while others relished the outcome, but none voiced their opinions. All eyes remained fixed on the figure upon the stage.

As the Shadow Assassins secretly gathered, Zhang Wei had already spent several days traveling across the Eastern Lands with Lan’er.

“Don’t mind them—keep retreating!” Yu Zhiqian commanded. Then, turning, he fired another shot behind him before quickly ducking down, weaving in a serpentine pattern to dodge the Soviet bullets whizzing past.

Yet after writing a hundred words, he realized those people promising to make gods of millions were nothing but liars.

The existence of the Sky Fortress remained conspicuous, so their first step was to refit it—stripping out unnecessary facilities inside, dismantling the weaker turrets, and finally modifying the flying saucers.

Seeing Wang Ping Group cut down private enterprises one by one, like a scythe through autumn grain, Yuan Fangguo felt both a lingering fear and a hope that they might act even more swiftly.

But for the staff of Flashstone Investments, this summer was unlike any they had known before.

Qian Chu’s attitude toward Li Zhen was merely what one would expect for a superior—nothing more. Besides, this superior’s influence on her was negligible.

That year, his health was poor; after nearly drowning at the Luo household, the doctor said he had only a few years left. He truly considered arranging his affairs and even sought a lawyer. There wasn’t much to settle—he simply wanted to leave all his money to her, so she would never want for anything.

Xuanyuan Yinge acted coy without much care; wasn’t it just playing the coquette? She’d seen plenty of such tricks—wasn’t it just putting on an act? There was nothing she couldn’t do.

“That’s a relief!” Catherine breathed out. She had truly feared that the treant would sweep the field the moment it appeared, leaving the competition devoid of any challenge or entertainment.