Volume 1, Chapter 101: A Scalding Token of Gratitude

Jiang Ning was certain she did not recognize the woman standing before her.
She rose with a puzzled expression and nodded, “Alright.”
The two of them stepped out of the lacquer craftsman’s office and walked straight down the corridor.
This area was filled with independent studios of the master craftsmen, their frosted glass walls obscuring any view from the outside in.
Arriving at one of the studios, the woman opened the door and gestured inside, “Please.”
Jiang Ning glanced at the nameplate affixed to the door.
“Though the space sometimes feels unreliable, it’s unlikely they would cast such a figure into this world; so it seems there is only one possibility,” the stout man glanced at the composed Li Zhishi, sighed, feeling both fortunate and unfortunate.
Filled with youthful vigor and lofty ambitions to build a new countryside, the young intellectuals seemed captivated by the allure of this new collective, their hearts stirring with determination to roll up their sleeves and work hard. “Building the rural revolutionary base is our mission.” Each one brimmed with a passion as lofty as the clouds.
The evening breeze was gentle and pleasant against his face. He sighed softly, lying back and gazing quietly at the sky.
It was a pity there were no plants in the room; otherwise, he could have seen what had transpired here that day.
In this way, only the armies of the Human Clan and the Spirit Beast Clan remained in the center of the battlefield—each numbering fewer than three thousand. The two forces deliberately kept a distance of half a mile between them, ostensibly facing off.
The palace gates slowly opened, and Qiu Tian strode out briskly, with the guard who had just come to report leading the way ahead, and General Lin closely trailing behind Qiu Tian.
“Your Majesty, still no sign of him!” came a gritted-teeth complaint, followed by a crisp sound.
She had never understood before why her son detested her husband so much, but after hearing Zhou Fang’s explanation, she realized it was because the son’s body had once been possessed by an evil spirit.
He conducted cautious business; he was unwilling to take risks. If not, why would he run a gambling house? He might as well have become a gambler. Having seen all the faces of gamblers, he developed such a prudent nature.
During Yue’s interrogation and surveillance, Lou Kai dismantled a drug trafficking ring in Shuncheng City. Half a year later, all members of the ring were sentenced to over ten years in prison, and Lou Kai was awarded a special merit by the city government.
“You…” I carefully chose my words, “Are you really not going to question your own identity? Is it truly alright for you to help me like this?”
At this moment, Kang Shi was conversing with Tang Xicheng, who only then realized that the Kang family had not offended any powerful figures but had been caught red-handed embezzling by the Mu family.
Ye Yaotiao thought hard but could not remember; she gave up, got out of bed, and walked to the window, only to see sporadic snowflakes drifting down outside.
The common people cheered upon hearing this, their faces lighting up with smiles long absent. They knew the princess always kept her word; the tyrant Ma Wucai would finally face justice under the law.
In the next moment, a figure in a black robe wearing an eerie smiling mask appeared right before him.
Er Lang released his grip, utterly drained; his legs buckled, and he began to collapse. Yue Shuang quickly steadied him, laying him down and casting a healing spell that enveloped Er Lang’s entire body.
“Really?” Yue E felt somewhat relieved but still weak, her hand trembling as she held the spoon.
On the day the tribal army set out, the street rogue players had also gathered early. From the initial 837 who departed the tribe, only 148 reached the autumn gathering, and now, the survivors returning had dwindled to just 28.
Wu Tong nodded; these two reasons were honest and were the main ones everyone gave for entering the professional basketball scene.
Only Lin Zhouzhou remained seated, dazed. His already pale complexion had now lost all color.