Chapter Fifty-Nine: Some Trivial Matters

令 Qiqi awoke from her dreams, and at the moment she opened her eyes, the aquamarine pillar dissolved into a wisp of vapor, vanishing instantly into the air.
All four seals had been broken, and the secret realm built around their core began to unravel. The collapse of the realm did not bring forth earth-shattering turmoil; instead, it proceeded with unexpected calm and slowness.
Sensing its master’s awakening, the blood-red long blade immediately relaxed its guard against Xiao Su, floating leisurely through the air toward Qiqi.
Seeing that the seals were all undone, Xiao Su had no desire to linger and embarrass himself further. He bowed in Qiqi’s direction and said, “Allow me, on behalf of my brother and the entire Spirit Fox tribe, to thank you, miss. Your kindness today—”
“Then let’s find a time to go shopping,” Aunt Yun knew Chang Geng wanted to save face for himself and accepted his gesture of goodwill.
Though his words were directed at Zhou Yun, he had no intention of waiting for an answer, and strode out of the office with long steps.
All right then… Mo Fu could only accept it—‘taking a walk to clear his mind’… With tens of thousands of troops densely encircling them, this man could still say it was for relaxation.
That day, his hands and feet were broken, as he crawled out of that unforgettable narrow alley. His blood was everywhere, staining the bluestone slabs red.
After confirming three times that Lu Yunzheng had no further instructions, Zhou Yun finally withdrew from the office and set about carrying out everything he’d been told.
“What?!” Yang Qiong had barely been rescued from the ruins when she heard Li Dakang’s words and let out a cry of shock, fainting on the spot.
The Infinite Lock Array Disk was crafted by a master of artifact techniques from the previous dynasty, containing eighty-one locks in the patterns of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.
Li Fan had not expected that, just as he set foot in the Miao tribe’s gates, he would be promptly swept out again.
However, Yun Yuyuan’s words had no effect; Mo Fu’s reaction grew even more intense, and in the next moment, warm liquid soaked the front of Yun Yuyuan’s shirt.
Li Suizhu had worked all day. After bathing and emerging from the bathroom, she felt tired. She smiled faintly at her youthful reflection in the mirror, took out the scented balm nearby, and applied it casually. The engagement was finally settled, and the weight in her heart was at last lifted.
This matter had troubled Song Weili’s mind, making it impossible to concentrate at work. Driven by frustration and curiosity, he checked the company’s personnel records, and to his surprise, discovered Gu Meng’s name.
Xiao Chen and Ji Yijun looked in the direction he pointed. Thick smoke billowed from a building, and through the haze, they could barely make out that it was the conference center.
“Take our Chinese friends to the Red Rose Hotel immediately, and bring my personal guards. There must be no negligence or error!” Felimant’s brows furrowed, his every word and gesture radiating the authority of a ruler.
Federal agent—he must mean Conn. When he left Los Angeles, he hadn’t said goodbye to him.
Rain fell like a curtain. Song Cheng knelt in a puddle formed by the downpour, feeling as if her world had collapsed. She had never been so heartbroken and lost; now she finally understood what Chen Xin had felt back then.
What’s this now? Just lost a special envoy from Chongqing, and here comes another? Are they cursing me to die?
“Stop him.” Several members of the Sowa Group moved—some rushed to support their vice president, others sprinted after him.
The Lickers reached the spot where Guard Type-1 had stood, only to find nothing but a hundred-millimeter-thick steel armor plate left on the ground.
With all these officials present, no matter how powerful Tom’s backing, he would never dare act recklessly on Chinese soil.
“Sister, don’t be sad. He’ll see how wonderful you are.” She thought Ye Jiaoqian was still worried about Song Weili’s opinion of her.
Qin Ting rose early, had breakfast, and told He Nianzhang about the Tang and Gao families. Unexpectedly, after listening, He Nianzhang merely smiled and told her to return to the unit, saying they would discuss it in the evening.
Xin Yi’s mind buzzed, a breath stuck in her chest, unable to swallow or spit it out. She gulped air desperately, anxiety clawing at her heart.