Volume One, Chapter 83: Father and Son, Brothers

The resident of 302 had only just moved out last night—how could someone have moved in already today? Moreover, that little creature… why does it look so much like Mangzi? No, that can’t be…

Jiang Ning found her meal tasteless, glancing every so often toward 302, wishing she could grow a pair of x-ray eyes to pierce the walls and ease her curiosity.

This substance was called Panther Rage Hormone, a potion alchemists refined using the adrenal glands of the Ghostmist Ridge Magic Panther.

Hades, hearing Yan Wushuang’s voice, hurriedly pried open Yan Wushuang’s palm, and as expected, that dimly glowing fragment lay quietly in her hand.

Gazing at every familiar corner before him, the wanderer, long absent from home, felt a wave of warmth and bittersweet longing well up within his heart.

From that day forward, the newly appointed chief of the Fox Clan became a figure akin to a deity among his people. No one dared show him the slightest disrespect; otherwise, they would face the tribe’s harshest punishment.

“Master Xun, what brings you here?” Owing to Ouyang Huarui’s instructions, the two had rushed to the City Lord’s mansion, only to be stopped by the guards at the gate.

Just one bottle of medicine could make Mo’er so anxious—clearly, no one could ever replace that man’s place in her heart.

“It’s over! Another Liu Ran!” This was the last thought that flashed through the Sub-sage’s mind.

Yet this sudden transformation was excruciatingly painful—but only this once; thereafter, Night Maple would never suffer again from transforming.

Su Qing had no desire to watch him clown around anymore. Lately, this man had been uncharacteristically well-behaved, treading on eggshells for fear she was still upset. In truth, she had long since come to terms with everything. Once she got over that hurdle, the rest no longer mattered.

Su Qing quietly let Lady Yan fuss over her. Soon, a cool sensation brushed her neck. She reached up to feel the Maitreya pendant nestled in the hollow of her throat. She’d worn it for years, so much so that she’d grown entirely accustomed to its presence; whenever she wore less and her hands were idle, she would unconsciously play with it.

In fact, releasing an album to test the market wasn’t uncommon. Well-known singers and famous songwriters often did it, so there was no reason Hiroshi Kimura couldn’t do the same now.

At that moment, seeing Lin Ximiao’s astonished expression, he both wanted to take credit and felt awkward and stifled by his own pride.

Then again, having Chu Xiangmiao accompany her back at this moment was, to her, a bit of a hassle.

Lin Ximiao held Yulu in her arms, gently patting her back in silent comfort, her heart filled with emotion.

At least the game designer showed a little conscience. If they’d assigned a Catfolk Priest to the Catfolk, the designer might just have sneezed himself to death.

Facing the rough-and-tumble Li Haiyang, Lawyer Zhang maintained admirable composure. Every word he spoke was grounded in the law, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Inside the house, Old Qu, his son Qu Wei, Yang Pao, and Yang Huai were eating. On the table sat rice dumplings, eggs, pastries, wine, and meat. With one arm in a sling, Yang Huai stared gloomily at the food, not touching a single bite.

But in this backward ancient world, even chili peppers were considered poisonous. When would she ever be able to gather all the spices she needed—perhaps in another lifetime?

Zhang Zheng didn’t even look up when he called out for the visitor to enter, continuing to handle his official business.

Afterward, with Hu Ge playing Li Xiaoyao, the release of this film and television work led everyone to agree it was the best historical fantasy drama in their hearts.

Every part of the rear garden sent gifts, though none were especially valuable—nothing compared to the grand displays for Consort De or Concubine Lin’s birthdays.

All at once, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth froze again. At that moment, Zhuang Jian sensed the very temperature of the world slowly rising. His eyes narrowed, and in his gaze, a crimson glow began to drift down from the sky.