Chapter 28: Who Sent You?

Ascending the Jade Tower Golden Stream 1371 words 2026-04-13 16:30:32

Sutang’s eyes curved with a smile.

All she had done was make a few adjustments to the strategy that had once swept through her own era, and just like that debate conference, everyone from top to bottom was pleased.

The Peace Inn, of course, was making a fortune, and both the staff and the head chef in the kitchen were always smiling.

When things were not too busy, they went out in shifts to do the shopping.

The more they earned, the more money they had for New Year goods.

With such a generous discount, everyone saved quite a bit.

Mu Xiaomei truly could not understand it. They had grown up together, practically childhood sweethearts, and had gone through so much side by side. Now that everything had settled, why were they still not together?

“All right, then I’ll start the meeting first. After we’re done, let’s have a proper talk.” With a faint smile, Gao Dapeng strode up to the podium.

“Xiao Xuan!”

Yang Xiaofan came in carrying a chocolate ice cream. “Whew, I thought you’d wandered off. Here, try this ice cream. There was at least a whole village of people lined up outside this shop just now.”

Xu Zhimin did not refuse. If this could make He Chenfeng feel even a little better, then so be it.

“I’m sure I will.” Shangguan Yuntian promised with utter seriousness. What he had promised Ye Huang, he would definitely do.

The two men left the military hospital in haste, one after the other. Once Tang Yu returned to the base, he scarcely paused at all. After reaching the command room and hearing his subordinates’ latest reports, he issued a long string of orders in rapid succession.

Because their existence was infinite, the limit to which they could be converted into energy did not exist either. It was a perpetual engine of unlimited output, an immense power fueled by the multiverse itself and used in place of the apocalypse sweeping the world.

At that moment, the others also noticed their arrival. She could feel people gradually gathering around her.

Bai Qinhan lowered her brows, yet she no longer wished to continue discussing such a sorrowful topic.

Even at this point, the quality inspection department was still speaking up for the father and son of the Ma family. Damn money really was a good thing. Money could make the devil turn a millstone.

Yan Ziyi wanted to ask Ni Lehui whether she really remembered who she was. But after a second thought, forgetting her was probably for the best.

Just now, when she woke up, she had seen a new text message alert on her phone. When she swiped it open, it was from Huang Zitao. The two of them had exchanged a couple of lines, and chatting with that goofy fool was indeed a good way to ease her mood. It was far better than facing Bai Xian’s pair of dark, vulture-like eyes.

He had spent five years awaiting this battle. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had been jolted awake by someone else.

Yan Ziyi curved his lips. Suddenly, he seized Lin Ling’s hand and pulled her into the room beside them.

Harry woke again and again in panic, feeling as though someone were calling to him from far away, imagining that the wind lashing the tent all around might be someone’s footsteps or voice.

“Take it,” said Scrimgeour calmly. When Harry’s gaze met the Minister for Magic’s yellow eyes, he knew he had no choice but to comply. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward once more, deliberately pressing the Golden Snitch slowly into Harry’s palm.

With a sharp explosion, the kunai that had just flown past Blue Lake suddenly burst apart. The powerful shockwave overturned the two figures in midair, flinging them backward more than five meters, and they actually crashed straight down at the feet of the black-haired boy.

Of course, there were also some even more shameless things, though those were hidden in deeper corners.

The dual strengthening of smell and taste did not help much in battle, but it made one a natural-born cook.

“Really? I can?” The rough-looking man surnamed Ren was overjoyed. Yang Fan found it even stranger to see it, but after a moment he understood. It seemed this fellow’s sense of belonging to the sect was no ordinary thing.

In truth, he no longer needed to come here at all. It could be said that even the teachers hired by his master might not necessarily be able to beat him.

Although Xia Fangyuan still needed recuperation, it would be enough to have a doctor go along with her for the time being.