Chapter 70: The Mother-in-law Wishes to Meet Her Daughter-in-law

Back in college, it was thanks to his generous tips that she didn’t have to endlessly work part-time jobs just to afford her living expenses. To express her gratitude for his support, she even drew a personalized avatar for him, though she had never seen him use it.

She smiled, and another message popped up.

He had sent her another tip.

Out of respect and appreciation for her loyal supporter, she lowered her head and typed a reply: [There might be, so stay tuned!]

The chat continued.

As they exchanged casual words, An Zhengxun felt his mood grow lighter and lighter. Tiger always had this effect on him—it hadn’t changed in ten years.

“Where is Guo Fengxiao?” Xuanshuang called out with clear irritation, glaring at the ever-smiling Sima Hui.

After Charlie spoke, he wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, his whole body trembling. With tearful eyes, he slowly looked up at Ferdinand, his lips twitching, but he said nothing more.

Inside the church, Kathleen gazed at Natasha, heartbroken tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t bear to see her beloved sister once again become an accomplice to hell. Kathleen covered her face, overwhelmed by sorrow.

Shi and Zulong were utterly shocked. The last time Yun Bufan had come here, his strength was nowhere near this formidable. How much time had even passed?

After overhearing only a couple of sentences, he immediately turned around and quietly instructed someone to hurry upstairs and make sure none of his subordinates, ignorant of the situation, would accidentally offend… would offend Lord Victor.

With the cultivation of various secret arts from the Celestial Star Codex, the family’s martial experts had seen their combat prowess greatly enhanced. It was a shame, though—the techniques in the Celestial Star Codex were so advanced that there were rather few basic ones.

The old man raised his voice, the sound carrying far and wide. At once, the people behind him all dropped to their knees.

His long tenure in the Eastern Palace meant he understood the weight this great general held in the emperor’s eyes. In fact, the matter had been on his mind since His Majesty first raised it, and he had been pondering it for some time.

Dong Zhuo cast aside his sword, stained with blood, and raised his head to the sky with a long, wild howl, determined to make Ran Min pay the price. Yet at that moment, Ran Min was clutching a bundle of clothes, streaking naked outside. When Dong Zhuo’s household servants saw him, they could not help but marvel: General Ran Min truly is formidable.

Zhao Yun was instantly alarmed—he sensed a murderous intent. Suddenly, he roared, “All troops, retreat! It’s an ambush!” No sooner had the words left his lips than thousands of arrows flew toward them. Enraged, Zhao Yun charged forward with his cliff-edged spear, sweeping aside a rain of feathered arrows.

“Care for a few hands?” Xinyi asked, flipping a few chips in her hand as she glanced at Lin Chaohui. Though Lin wasn’t fond of gambling, seeing the situation, he had Bobby exchange some chips and took a seat across from Xinyi.

“Heh…” Yao Ye’s smile grew deeper and more inscrutable. “So you’ve finally broken free of the seal. I suppose he must be close as well?” She glanced at Walker, whose face was bloody as he lay on the ground.

In truth, it was he who had orchestrated the Ding brothers’ lack of funds to treat their ailing mother—he’d poisoned their fields, causing the crops to fail, and when illness struck their mother, he inflated the price of medicine. He hadn’t truly meant to cost anyone their life; he simply wanted to find a few strongmen to bully the village.

Of course, such things take time. The great empires had deep foundations; they would not fall so easily. Liao Xi could not wait. He knew they could not remain at this stalemate forever—they were out of time. Ten years—they could barely endure that. And after ten years, there would be no more ten years.

Just then, several beastly roars echoed from the forest—sounds he had never heard before. These must be the exotic creatures of the temporal realm.

On the immense trunk of the tree, two swords gleamed with their own unique auras—sacred, mysterious—as if they had been there for a very, very long time.

“This is the only way. Since we lost someone on his territory, we have grounds to settle the score with him,” Yu Suifeng agreed with Shen Hanyang’s suggestion.