Chapter 53: The Banquet

After lunch, Niu Kairui didn’t rush over; she waited for Lu Jianwei to send someone to fetch her. When Gu Tuan came this morning to invite her husband to dinner, her husband had already told her that Gu Tuan’s wife was from the city and probably couldn’t handle such a grand banquet, so she was asked to help out. She was certain that her husband had relayed Gu Tuan’s words; she was willing to help, but Lu Jianwei must show some gratitude.

Yet Lu Jianwei was hoping this woman wouldn’t come at all.

“Mm…” The little child, having run out of things to play with, stared at Bai Qi and let out a sound that was hard to decipher.

Although none of them understood the word “classmate,” the followers of the Demon Cult all felt that this unique term from ancient times suited their revered Saint perfectly.

Only then did Baoliang snap out of his daze, hastily muttering his assent and hurrying out ahead of the others.

“It was a gift from a friend of my brother’s who’s a doctor…” The two then chatted for a while about flower teas before returning to the topic of the Zou family.

Jonathan and a few miners looked at Ye Fei and said, “If you can’t handle it, we can go back to the upper level. But if you can, just follow the path I give you. I know a place that’s safe, but it’s a bit of a walk from here.”

Lin Yijia repeated the word “calm” to herself several times, clinging tightly to the armrest, closing her eyes, and straining to listen.

“How dare you!” Old Ding finally lost his temper, swept his hand across the table, and dumped the entire bowl of chicken soup onto the third son. The bowl shattered with a sharp crack.

The city’s guard cannons escorted them all the way to the gates of Zhonghua City, and then the super arcane tower on the guild highlands sent them off with another round.

Time to recall Penglai’s life—Penglai had never fought any fair duels. He always bullied the few with the many, relied on power, and never went for one-on-one fights. Only a fool would do that.

Though he answered thus, Zhang Shouren did not avoid the courtesy completely; he merely turned sideways to receive the salute.

“So this is infighting—unbelievable lawlessness. If I had known you were up to this, I wouldn’t have bothered coming.” I stood with hands on hips, glaring at the person before me, who only responded with a cold laugh.

Hong Fu forced down her fury and said coldly, “Consider yourself lucky. You get to keep your life a few more days!” The place was heavily guarded, and fighting was strictly forbidden. Hong Fu, who usually cared little for rules, knew she couldn’t kill Sheng Huai surrounded by so many soldiers and police, so she had to restrain her anger.

As the words fell, blood trickled from Kong Xuan’s lips. He closed his eyes with a faint smile, and his hand on the sword hilt shone with a blinding light. In a flash of white, Hong Jun felt a tremendous force eject him from his dream.

Lu Xu knelt down, embracing the wolf’s head and pressing his cheek to it. He had no physical form—he was but an illusion in Hong Jun’s consciousness, not even stirring the wind as he appeared.

“Maybe it really was that steel spoon that saved him! He even brought it out!” David Lee, knowing nothing of the truth, could only mutter in uncertainty.

Pang Jia’s eyes flickered as he quickly agreed, but inside, he felt a deep respect for Princess Xiaoyang. Even the emperor deferred to her—he needed to remind his subordinates that if they ever met the princess, they should be especially mindful. She was not someone to be crossed; even the emperor could not protect those who offended her.

“She doesn’t belong here. Naturally, no one knows her,” said Master Gu, pouring wine from a flask into his mouth, his tone careless.

Paramount Hall began construction in 1932 and opened the following year. At the time, it was famed as the premier music hall in the Far East, the most renowned entertainment complex of its era.

Brimming with strength, she flipped like a hawk and landed squarely on the ground. The raging wind howled fiercer than before, sweeping away the face in the sky. In truth, Princess Wenyinrao still had many questions, for the world was now clouded in chaos. They said there was no Heavenly Emperor, yet the Heavenly Emperor clearly remained.