Chapter 61: Unparalleled Excitement

Although the Su family was a prominent clan in River City and had interacted with Zhao Jiang, the Celestial of River City, there was no real personal friendship between them. Now, seeing this most eminent figure of River City suddenly arrive at the Su residence, and specifically to see Xu Yang, they couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

They stood side by side, watching as Zhao Jiang, accompanied by a middle-aged man, walked toward them, a look of confusion flickering across their faces.

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"Well then, let's continue," Feng Feiyang suggested to Fleur with a wink.

The staff, nervous and busy, rang up purchases, prepared receipts, and handed over merchandise; the records sold one after another in a steady stream. As time passed, more and more fans received what they wanted, leaving the music store with satisfied smiles.

"Wait… Are you saying that Zhi Feng sought out the doctor to resolve a matter of life and death for our temple? Isn't that a bit too serious?" Zhi Ming was taken aback.

Han Wang felt that, having received the Tang family's full support regarding the explosives, it would be wrong not to reciprocate. Besides, there was the factor of Tang Xian'er—the widely acknowledged prospective second mistress.

They thrust forward with their iron blades or wooden spears, but the spearmen under Feng Feiyang's command deftly parried every attack. Even while directing nearly a hundred spearmen at once, Feng Feiyang showed no sign of strain.

"None of us slept well last night," Xue Zhong said, eyeing everyone's exhausted faces. "Let's rest here for another day!" With that, he turned and ducked back into his tent to continue sleeping. The others wholeheartedly agreed, as none of them had truly woken up yet.

"Are we destined to be together?" He Zhaoqiong was suddenly struck by the thought. She turned to look at the man beside her, her heart filled with curiosity—could she and Chen Boqiang truly be a perfect match?

Zui Yi wasted no time, waving his hand and charging forward. He knew that if he waited any longer, Zhao Xin's momentum would only grow stronger, and his group might as well give up the fight.

Yet, no matter how one tried to rationalize it, after seeing all this with their own eyes, people still found it hard to believe that this formidable army was actually under the command of players.

After all, he was their very first visitor—and his timing was almost uncanny. Judging by the looks cast their way by Park Jinyu and the others, it was obvious he hadn't been invited.

The Dao Master of Qianshan and the Supreme Patriarch of Lingyun Sect, Yun Ming, each offered their views on Yaowang Valley's Heaven-Seizing Pill.

And then again, if they went back and reported that the old man had met with an accident on the road, even if everyone was skeptical, the two young men who had accompanied the old man would still insist on traveling to Ningbo to fetch him. In the end, it would fall to them to make the trip anyway.

"Mom, you can see me? That's wonderful—you've finally regained your sight!" Wei Tao was wild with joy at the immediate effect of the miraculous medicine.

A few days later, Xie Qingquan summoned Xie Bitao to his bedside and addressed the gathered children and grandchildren: "I don't have many days left. Your mother is old and feeble. What will become of poor, lonely Xie Bitao?"

Over the years, all of you have given me so much—encouragement, support, laughter, and tears.

A fat man walked over. When the guards saw his face clearly, they cursed silently—why did this old troublemaker have to show up?

"Phew," the monkey exhaled, tugging at his sweat-soaked clothes to pull them away from his sticky skin.

Xu Lei and the others were not known for their kindness; they had never taken a loss and could hardly be expected to admit fault.

Yang Ming wanted to slip away while he could, for he truly had no idea what might happen next. After all, Xu Meimei seemed intent on getting him drunk tonight.

The fat man smiled slyly, regarding Chen Yunfeng with playful contempt, as if he didn't see Chen Yunfeng as worth his time. His bright yellow robe billowed even without a breeze, and the eight or so sachets on his belt gave off a heady fragrance—Chen Yunfeng could smell it even from a distance.

Before leaving, Niu Yu placed the freshly washed bowls, chopsticks, and plates into her basket, then grabbed a paper packet from inside the house and added it as well.