Chapter 82: He Can Afford to Wait

Outside, the city was abuzz with tales of Lu Jianwei’s heroism, but inside, the three of them gathered around the table for a meal, the atmosphere warm and intimate.

“Mom’s cooking is delicious,” Ye Jingnan declared as he ate, his little mouth chattering endlessly, praise flowing as ceaselessly as the Yellow River.

Gu Huaizheng felt overshadowed and retorted irritably, “Just eat. Even with your mouth full, you can’t keep quiet. Do you know what your mother dislikes the most?”

“What?”

“People talking at the table.”

“What are you looking at?” Mu Youhan asked curiously when she noticed Ouyang Pengcheng standing quietly to the side, lost in thought.

She herself didn’t understand why things were like this. In recent days, he’d kept saying he was tired, insisting she stay by his side, forbidding her to leave.

He could only look helplessly at the child’s eyes, filled with hatred. He truly didn’t understand where such boundless animosity came from.

“General Fang’s troops will arrive soon. Afterward, Huicheng will be yours.” Her gaze was sincere, devoid of artifice or pretense, leaving Deputy Commander Luo deeply moved.

Clad in golden armor, donning the ancient general’s helmet, he gripped a golden broadsword tightly in his hands. His blood-red cloak billowed in the wind. The Master of the Tongtian Sect held the hilt with both hands, his face eerily human yet devoid of expression. Crimson pupils were locked on Lei Tian’s figure.

Fu Yunxi sat down, casting a cold, sidelong glance at Xiang Hui. Xiang Hui sensed something amiss, beads of sweat gathering on her brow.

Perhaps seeing her contempt, Lei Tian remained unfazed, smiling indifferently. But Qing’er, standing by, would not tolerate anyone despising her husband. She was about to speak up when Lei Tian stopped her.

“Lady Fu, where have you been? The meal sent earlier has gone cold. Shall I reheat it for you?” Luzhu, who brought meals every day, spoke as she emerged from the room.

He had no idea what had happened, nor how long he’d been unconscious. His last memory was of her supporting him as they walked toward the Temple of the Celestial God.

Fortunately, with foresight, the Prince of Xi had been sent away; otherwise, not even bones would remain in the flames by now.

Every action was executed in one seamless motion— from the moment they launched their attack to Jingchuan’s counterstrike, only ten seconds passed. The attackers’ eyes widened in shock, their aura dissipating as blood spurted simultaneously from their mouths and throats. One by one, they collapsed, lifeless.

Grand Preceptor Zhao slammed a palm on the tea table; the teacup bounced high with a clang, spilling tea across the surface.

At this moment, Ling Kun brought up an old topic, hinting that Ning Hao shouldn’t delay important matters, and that it was high time to bring Minran Dou into play.

Jingchuan’s words plunged Xingyun into silence. She too wondered if this youth was deceiving her. Lord Jushui had sealed her away to prevent the world from descending into bloodshed over her. If she left now, it might indeed trigger a storm of carnage.

Ke Han smiled with deliberate “humility,” trying to bridge the gap between himself and his subordinates, while also hinting to Magistrate Tao that their county was more united than most. With a rousing cheer, he called, “Brothers, you’ve all worked hard. Let me offer the first toast!”

Ding Xiangliu—he actually knew his foster father? The Sacred King broke free of Zuo Junlin’s grasp, retreating several meters to widen the distance, but in the next instant, Zuo Junlin was upon him again.

The leader’s words were laden with meaning, but the Wang brothers were shrewd and nodded in understanding.

Yang Fenglan shouted fiercely. Master Tai’s facial muscles twitched as he led the Grand Preceptor’s men away in humiliation.

A layer of nether energy already lingered around Ning Hao, and it was this very energy that naturally suppressed the bean soldiers.

Conte began warming up Quagliarella, Asamoah, and Matri, while on the other side, Heynckes was far more at ease, sending only Gustavo and Mandzukic to the touchline to limber up.