Chapter 32: Do You Have a Crush on Me?

At that moment, a Phantom glided to a halt beside Shi Yun. The door opened, and a pair of polished black leather shoes stepped into the rain, small droplets splashing onto the shoe tops. A tall, upright man emerged.

He wore a bespoke black suit that perfectly outlined his broad shoulders and firm waist. Every gesture exuded an air of noble aloofness, as if a deity had descended upon the mortal realm.

Amidst the curtain of rain, he took a few steps forward, holding in his hand—

Some people envy those who never had a mother, while others, despite having one, are less fortunate than those without.

“If only everyone could be saved, it would be so much easier,” Ye Feng thought silently to himself.

“What a marvelous thing!” Lei Yu exclaimed excitedly to Ding Biyao. The two of them released the Blood Thunder Pearl, gathering every last drop of the lake’s water into it. Once the lake was fully absorbed, the dark clouds hanging overhead dissipated, revealing a clear, bright sky.

Elder Kong glanced at Steward Kong, who motioned to him with a wave of his hand. Understanding the unspoken message, he said, “Commander Yao has traveled a long way and must be weary. Please rest in your room first; we will discuss this matter later.”

Since the event was the grand opening of the YY guild, the evening’s main performances featured Ma Chao and Wang Xiu from Shanghai. Both would be livestreaming in separate halls, showcasing the skills and techniques of high-ranking players to the public.

Therefore, the Spirit Power Fruit was considered priceless and rare. Even if news of its existence leaked, those who heard would swiftly snatch them up, making it nearly impossible to find such items on the market.

“We agreed to face this together, didn’t we?” Ye Feng’s gaze softened as he murmured at his phone.

“I’ve said it before. I don’t seek a life free of turmoil—only quiet and peace,” Xuan Ming smiled gently, lowering his head. He was well aware of the consequences of this journey. Yet, he wished to accompany Shangguan Hong in his final days, perhaps not for him, but for his mother.

“By the way, esteemed seniors, beyond the transformation of the divine, are there further realms?” Fan Xiaodong grasped the opportunity to ask.

She had changed into a white garment, which, paired with her indifferent demeanor and the plain face she wore beneath her disguise, suited her temperament perfectly.

“Come on, it’s just one night without going into the room. What’s the big deal? Oh, by the way, I’ve got an announcement! Your room has been requisitioned by Wei Chixue! So from now on, you’re sleeping on the sofa, okay?” I rubbed my eyes as I said.

For some reason, before arriving here, I was filled with dread at the thought of the poisonous dragons on this mountain—no doubt influenced by that dream! But when I actually ventured into the mountains, the fear was gone. Instead, a sense of anticipation welled up inside me. Perhaps curiosity really does kill the cat.

The setting sun gripped the golden staff in its hand, a faint glow of the dusk reflected in those cloudy eyes.

Li Fei’er said coquettishly, “Let’s take care of the important business now.” Clearly, upon Han Ke’s arrival, she had completely forgotten about the supposed ghost in the room, focusing solely on being close to him.

When she walked, it was as if she existed outside the world, fully immersed in her feelings. At first, she was perpetually calm; then, when her heart was struck and twisted by me, fluctuating wildly, she soon returned to serenity as she resumed walking. I loved watching her at this moment.

Seeing that both heavenly-level experts agreed Su Huai’s natural energy was intact, Shen Tianxing said, “Huai’er, come with me.”

Dongzi was a bit confused. From the start, he felt something was off about these people, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

“Boss, we’re all ready. Everything has been arranged in private room number one,” a handsome waiter said respectfully.