Chapter 79: Absolutely Forbidden

“Your Majesty, tonight you must cherish me well~”
Wang Menglu’s slender waist broke Qin Xiao’s lofty ambitions.
It seemed that he would not be able to forge ahead tonight after all.
In the early morning, the garden was draped in white frost, the shards of winter ice especially stark.
Qin Xiao gazed curiously at the rear garden, where the wild grass no longer grew rampant.

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“Sending him to his death?” On this matter, Ye Qing was truly in the dark. He thought that Zhang Shaozhu was really being sent to die. Although he knew that was unlikely, he was well aware that old Madam Ge Yueying was capable of anything.
It seemed the Grand Marshal had been right; the enemy had indeed grown more cunning. Ma Chao shook his head, ordered the harassment to cease, and prepared for retreat.
An Lin furrowed her brow. She hadn’t thought that far at the time; acting on instinct in a moment of crisis, she had drawn her gun without hesitation.
Upon hearing the sound, the newcomer immediately realized who it was, and at the same time became aware of the awkward situation they were in. The other party did not stop, but continued their previous conversation.
Xu Tian dispatched several men with swift, decisive strikes, leaving the remaining disciples of the Infinite Sect in stunned silence. Those who had already charged forward hastily halted, slowly retreating with wary eyes locked on Xu Tian, afraid he might attack them next.
While everyone was engaged in heated discussion, an explosive piece of news broke: Zhou Yuling, ranked fourth on the Young Talents list, had voluntarily conceded defeat. She openly declared that she was no match for Gao Fei, and thus chose to surrender.
One had to admit, Wan Ling’er was truly clever; in an instant, she had grasped the whole situation. Indeed, there was something wrong with that treasure map. It was of no use to Gao Fei, which was why he had decided to auction it.
Good news? What good news? The soldiers debated all night, and even Cao Xiu could not help but ponder it through the long hours, yet found no answer.
“Open it for me!” At that moment, two wings abruptly sprouted from the back of Thunder King—flesh, blood, and feathers, living wings. With a gentle flap, Thunder King vanished from his spot, only to reappear behind Gao Fei, barely ten feet away.
“Stay here quietly. Once they’ve cooled off, I’ll come back to bail you out.” With those words, Li Dasheng turned and left.
He admitted that he had never been a kind man; to achieve his goals, he would use any scheme or trick.
Especially Chen Jinnan himself; he had reached the peak of the Core Formation stage, a strength sufficient to deal with Ao Bai so long as Ao Bai did not draw upon the Mandate of the Qing Dynasty. But with that mandate, Chen Jinnan was no match, which was precisely why he had never been able to kill Ao Bai.
The visitor was, unsurprisingly, Zhang Yu, who had recently been stung by a bitter setback. In truth, she had wanted to talk with this Chen Xueqian for a long time, to see if he truly had three heads and six arms, since he had even outshone her, his own mentor.
Darianne raised her wrist and pointed to the hand persistently groping her.
Such criminal acts, yet when he spoke of them, it was as if they were mere trifles, unworthy of mention.
Er... Han Tae-jun hadn’t considered this issue yet. None of them had been home in a long time, and they weren’t even in Korea. Zhang Yixing was all right—his family had gone to the imperial capital to take care of everyone, and all five had been well looked after. The other four were grateful to Zhang Yixing’s family, but still longed for their own.
Meng Xiao rolled his eyes and kicked at the wall. Its single palm-width thickness was no match for his strength; with a thunderous crash, he opened a passage through it.
A knock sounded at the door, pulling Meng Xiao from his chaotic thoughts. Glancing at the window, he saw that it was already deep into the night. Who could it be at this hour?