Chapter 30: Assertion

"You... you're Xu Yang?" Staring at Xu Yang's youthful face, Wang Tao asked in disbelief.

"That's right." Xu Yang smiled faintly and nodded.

Hearing this, Wang Tao became even more agitated and asked urgently:

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What infuriated it even more was that it simply couldn't leave this place. No matter how long it swam, it always remained in the same spot.

She didn't seem hostile toward us, or perhaps she just didn't want to cause a scene in the bustling city. In any case, things went a bit too far this time. I've decided to give Wu Fei a stern talking-to later.

Lin Yue's speech was deeply moving. Most of the people present were representatives of various factions, and after hearing Lin Yue's words, they couldn't help but nod in agreement. It was true—the Dawning Federation had made tremendous sacrifices.

We were in such a hurry that we didn't leave any marks along the way, which is why we lost track of them. The buildings here are bewildering; I've never seen such strange alleys. The whole place is like a labyrinth. Apart from the entrance we came in through, there's not a single gap in sight.

Zheng Feng closed his phone, took out the map and power structure chart of the Three Kingdoms, and racked his brains for a solution. If he couldn't rescue Lady Gan and Lady Mi, he could forget about making it in the Three Kingdoms. But breaking out of Yingchuan was easier said than done.

On the surface, Gongsun Xiong remained calm, but inside, waves were surging. He said nothing.

With one arm, I held Han Rong. She had drunk quite a lot, and I was afraid she might get sick, so I didn't dare leave. I just leaned against the wall, watching her, always worried she might wake up in the middle of the night and throw up.

There were about four hundred thousand people in Tiandu City. After the ratfolk rampaged through, at least two hundred thousand had been killed. Some of the rest were in hiding, a few managed to escape before the ratfolk fully took over, and others had already fallen under their control.

"I never imagined your martial skills had reached such a transcendent level—far beyond any of my masters," Sun Shangxiang said, her cheeks flushed as she gazed at Zheng Feng with admiration.

But what surprised him most was that, several times, when he thought he could safely evade the Yuan-Yan coalition, they still managed to catch up, causing heavy losses.

"Big brother, Ye Yu has already reached the mid-stage of Spirit Gathering," Pudding's approving voice suddenly sounded. "She must have been working hard all along."

A handful of clear water washed over that face again and again; in the mottled droplets shimmered a thousand layered reflections, like the day they parted long ago.

In the system space, Lu An sprawled lazily on the sofa, hands behind his head, glancing at the array of new high-tech appliances that had appeared in the room. He spoke indifferently.

"Please forgive us if we've been too casual. Yuan Yuan and I grew up in the same compound and tend to speak freely. I hope you don't mind," Zhao Wanqiu said to Lu Zheng and his companion.

At this moment, only by turning the tables could they lure out the possible mastermind and rescue Yun Zhuoyue from her present predicament.

Time was short. Kaki Lin also glanced at the map, then hurried toward the destination with Kaki Yui.

The battles faced by Sun Fengqiu's war division—on the frontlines, clashing with demons and barbarians—were unimaginably perilous. Only a fool would enter such a battlefield, for it meant certain death.

The air inside was specially treated, maintaining a steady sense of freshness.

...

Sheng Chuqiyi caught sight of the bathroom door opening out of the corner of her eye. She quietly exited WeChat, put her phone away, then lifted her head with a proper smile and turned to look at her sly lover.

Si Xiangnuan was heading to the kitchen to cook, and Ji Yidong followed to help. Her father had run a restaurant, so her cooking skills were learned from him alone. Wanting to make a good impression in front of the Si family, she showed no airs—nor did she have any to put on.