Chapter Fifty: My Husband and the Revelation

“You two who remain, if you have a wish, speak quickly. Once you’re done, this River God has other matters to attend to.” Xiao Mei scratched her nose with her paw as she spoke.

The first three who made their wishes had essentially received what they desired. Though Xiao Mei hadn’t directly fulfilled their wishes in most instances, she provided crucial clues.

Now, among the five, only the Little Master Uncle and Chi Xiaoxiao had yet to make their wish to the River God.

Chi Xiaoxiao’s eyes flickered with intent, and she smiled, saying, “Let me go next.”

The Little Master Uncle didn’t much care for the order of wishing. His pursuit of the Glacier Secret Realm was simply to find out what was the peculiar thing within Mingshuang’s body.

Having decided to be the fourth to make a wish, Chi Xiaoxiao strode boldly before the River God. Before stating her wish—

Zhou Ning, although he never showed it outright, had always acted according to Song Yan’s instructions. Whatever Song Yan told him to investigate, he pursued. From the beginning, he was convinced Xu Zhen was suspicious.

She stood sideways to Qiao Nan, her cheongsam wrapping her curvaceous figure, a cigarette held between her fingers. Smoke curled languidly as, when Qiao Nan opened the door to leave, the cigarette tip neared her fiery red lips, and she gently exhaled a pale blue plume.

At last, when Xiao Ling finished the last sheet of paper in the box, Su Ming hurriedly fetched a new pack from the cabinet, opened it, and placed it in the paper box on Xiao Ling’s desk.

All those who came from the various sects were foes of Mu Qiufeng; they would love nothing more than to execute Mu Qingxuan on the spot.

He was a young man of striking handsomeness, but with a hint of wickedness about him. Just locking eyes with those blood-red pupils sent chills down Mo Bu’s spine.

He knew that such a height would not harm Qingyue in the least—in fact, it might even awaken her early. But it didn’t matter, so long as she wouldn’t appear before him.

Today, he was Liang Feicheng’s best man. He had drunk quite a bit, and when the sea breeze swept over, he suddenly felt a little unwell.

It all came down to being within the same circle. Though none could rival the Fu family, they still needed to maintain appearances.

In truth, Zhou Xinzhi hadn’t left for good; she returned and found the boy still sitting motionless at the alley entrance.

As for their demon clan’s transformation, she ought to have just come of age. With humans, adulthood is eighteen—how did it work out to be twenty?

Ye Kai’s voice rose another notch, vibrant and stirring, yet there was still no echo within.

Lin Zhuo emerged from the palace in full splendor. Feng Bao, meanwhile, considered himself a senior due to his past “relations” with Lin Zhuo’s master, Zhang Jiayin. He handed the golden medallion to Lin Zhuo and made an excuse to depart.

Thanks to the previous years’ spiritual herbs, the entire area seemed infused with energy, making the land fertile and the spiritual herbs flourish even more.

That earth-shattering strike, carrying the force to destroy everything, crashed fiercely against the shield formed by the Heart of the Ocean. The power was overwhelming, and the ripples on the shield could not disperse the force in time.

After speaking, his gaze swept to the other two princes. The pair seemed troubled, not daring to meet his eyes. Lin Feng continued.

Leng Yi kept pounding the blue stone gate, his fists aching with pain, yet he dared not slacken for a moment.

“Are you afraid of too many obstacles, or too much power?” Lady Li glanced at him, exposing his fears in one sharp remark.

Zhou Zheng was obviously delighted—the higher the auction price, the more commission he earned. If the final price was over four hundred thousand, Zhou Zheng, just for making the introduction, could pocket tens of thousands of sea coins.

Jiang Yan’s company was thriving, but Hang Yu had made little investment abroad.

He folded the letter he had written neatly, slipped it into several old yellowed envelopes, and inscribed on them: “To the attention of the Sect Leader, from Gongyang of the Soul-Severing Sect.”

“I’m going outside to check on the funeral preparations.” Chen Feng said, then left the palace alone.

The old man now trusted Tong Yan completely, so upon hearing this, he felt no doubt, only concern for Tong Yan’s safety.