Chapter 68: A Secret Contest of Wits

The two looked up and saw that it was Qiao Muting and Fang Wenjie.

“Old Fang, maybe we should switch tables. Look at how many dishes they've ordered. If we order more, will there even be space?” Qiao Muting’s charming eyes held laughter that never reached their depths; the delicate shadows beneath his eyes were tinged with a faint blush. His lips curled upwards, but the smile was anything but joyful.

“Will you sit? If not, someone else will.” The waiter’s attitude remained as surly as ever; even soldiers received no special courtesy.

Fang Wenjie

When he was digging stones in the snow, the dark sleeve of his inner garment was exposed, and he forgot to pull down his white coat to cover it. That little detail, so insignificant, was spotted by the lookout on the arrow tower. Clearly, those people were truly skilled.

Staring wide-eyed, Shui Zhi smiled in disbelief at the scene before her. To be part of the Imperial Guard was a source of pride, yet to have their momentum cut down by an unknown player was infuriating.

Conflict between the two realms was nothing new; many young talents and even veterans had begun to clash.

Though spiritual energy was boundless, when a particular area was depleted, it took time to replenish.

Faced with such prodigies, few felt confident in defeating them. So while the opportunity lasted, everyone observed as much as possible.

Rong Tang glanced again at Mo Beimou, who, having received no invitation, found a chair for himself. When Rong Tang looked over, Mo Beimou nodded in acknowledgment.

Bao Xin refused to dwell on the heavy burdens of her past life. She set aside her hidden worries and tried to enjoy the present. Nothing had happened yet, so she would cherish the moment.

Yuechu had always known that the couple were as shameless as street thugs. But with so many people watching, she doubted they truly dared to harm her.

After failing to persuade Qin Fang to sever ties with other men, he killed her in a fit of rage and even dismembered her.

She instinctively felt embarrassed and wanted to turn away, but then she reconsidered and realized she was the victim. The embarrassment faded, replaced by a sense that Yuechu owed her an apology.

“Master Mohao, we’re relying on you,” Cai Moluo’s face suddenly turned respectful as he addressed the elderly man beside him.

It was the Clearheart Bodhi Tree that gave him the news; as its master, he was the first to know. The message contained only two words: Spiritual Embryo.

“I am Chief Guard Guan Yutang. With me here, you Zhou dogs will not advance a single step!” The man appeared loyal and righteous, determined to fight to the end.

But Zuo Mo had no idea what to say; the tasks issued by the system were random, and he never knew what might come next.

If he continued with Yun Zheng, Yun Zheng would truly pack up and leave, so he simply dropped the teasing and directly stated his terms.

Qin Jing thought it over and nodded in agreement. He had just received a million in old currency, enough to cover the expenses.

I returned to the dorm, seething with anger. An Ge was playing “Honor of Kings.” He asked if I wanted to join, but I said I wasn't in the mood.

She looked only five or six years old, dressed in red, her hair somewhat disheveled but not long, so her features were clearly visible.

But the most crucial step was to obtain the approval of her father, the emperor, and her mother, the empress; otherwise, everything was meaningless.

To see the actions of the Emperor of Spring and Autumn clearly, Chen Ming had to invoke the eternal gaze from One Qi Becomes Three Purities, only then could he discern the path of the emperor’s blade!

Yet Dragon Academy could generously give such things away, a testament to the depth of their heritage.

Changping Forest Shengren stood silent, face dark, staring at Shida Nobufusa and Nakata Koji before him.