Volume 1, Chapter 38: A Helping Hand Once More

Jiang Rui heard the footsteps pursuing her from behind and quickened her pace toward the palace guards patrolling in the distance.

Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Rose swiftly reached out and gripped Liuguang’s hand firmly.

"Alright, just wait there, Auntie is going to make you something to eat right now." Cao Qinmo had already stepped into the kitchen; the refrigerator was fully stocked, and at the very least, they were settled in now.

Bai Xiaoyu was able to call out the names of the formidable figures by Zhang Zhiyuan’s side with such precision that the bodyguard realized she was no ordinary person. He gave a subconscious nod toward her and turned to head back inside. This time, when he returned, he was accompanied by Kray, who was dressed in a white tank top and camouflage pants, his muscles rippling with strength.

Aotian hoped the Golden Dragon Fish could hear his words and abandon the idea of forcing a breakthrough in strength! After all, as the old sayings go, "Where there is life, there is hope," and "Failure is the mother of success!" At that moment, Aotian would rather lose fifty percent of the Golden Dragon Fish’s loyalty than see it perish beneath the tribulation clouds.

She did not speak, causing him to forget that perhaps she had something she wanted to say to him.

Feeling restless and impatient, the Yamata no Orochi felt that Aotian was killing too slowly. Fearing that some unforeseen complication might arise, it decided to help Aotian wipe out all the players in Yamata no Orochi City.

Jiang Moyu and Bo Ning set aside their card game and came over, intending only to cheer Fu Chengjue up, but they never expected to run into the person from the photograph.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes. In that instant, he saw a beam of light; he saw his soul floating up from his physical body, and he saw Beiming Ye clutching his cold corpse, wailing in despair.

A man about five feet tall walked out from the back room, his face covered in the grime of the kitchen. His apron was stained with grease, appearing as if it hadn't been washed in years. With his sleeves rolled high and his hands still dusted with flour, he seemed to have been in the middle of preparing some kind of pastry.

"This is a coerced confession. Are you trying to frame me?" The police chief’s expression was stern, though he did not give the answer they had anticipated. If Wu Fan hadn't been so certain of the truth, he would have almost believed the man was truly being framed.

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, acting like bosom friends who could talk about anything, moving from hands to hair, then to dresses, and finally to men.

It was evident that while Cannon appeared to be cooperating with Diff, he was actually harboring ulterior motives—though what underworld tycoon wasn't like that, always eyeing what was in the pot while eating from their own bowl?

After the preliminary flow of the plan was finalized, the focus of the group's discussion shifted back to the thousand-year-old Black Nether creature.

The subsequent items were mostly bronzewares and jade artifacts, with auction prices that were not particularly expensive, ranging from a few thousand to several hundred thousand.

However, Murong Yu'han's desperate move still proved effective, as the white jade bead forced the imposter to retreat repeatedly. A flash of brilliance crossed Hua Tian’s eyes; such an opportunity was the perfect moment to strike.

Just as it turned to leave, a white figure flashed past behind it. Although Qing Ming did not see the scene, it still felt a sudden chill creeping up its back.

By the finals, among the five mentors, Chen Ziping had Yin Yi and Zhao Ziqi who had advanced in the rankings; Sun Yuhan had Xiao Yuzhou; Gu Yangyao had two students; and Jiang Lixin had long since been left with no one.

Because Zhang Ming had eaten a bit late, it was no longer very early, so the dining hall was no longer sparsely populated, and there was already a short queue at the serving window.