Chapter 60: The Patient

The Xu family held low official ranks and lacked a distinguished lineage. She had entered the palace through the selection process, and although there was a possibility the emperor might arrange a marriage between her and Chu Li, such hope was so faint as to be almost negligible—unless Chu Li himself petitioned the emperor for the union.

The principal's brow furrowed slightly but ultimately refrained from blaming Qin Wansa too harshly, only letting out a soft sigh.

The old matriarch could sense the rift between Gu Hong and Gu She. The brothers spoke far less than before, and Gu She rarely smiled. If the second branch were to inherit the title, the first branch would surely cause a commotion. The greatest fear was that discord would not only divide the brothers but also fracture the bond between father and sons.

“The generosity of you both moves me. Let us return to the main topic—what are the next steps for Yunxia Lane?” The host finally steered the discussion back on track, taking the director’s cue to conclude before it turned into mere entertainment.

In any case, Cool Play had not faced any real criticism over the matter, aligning well with Liu Zhaoming’s expectations—truly a close call without disaster.

The men watching instinctively crossed their legs tighter, as if hearing the sound of eggs shattering on the floor.

Han Ge’s current standard required the “director” talent to score above 94 points—a high bar—but he was not in a rush and could afford to search patiently.

Yet when Shen Youjia spoke up, it felt somewhat unnecessary. While these girls might lack other outstanding qualities, their athletic backgrounds guaranteed unwavering willpower. Even in hardship, they would fight stubbornly.

Ye Luo felt wronged but knew he had spoken rashly. So he sealed his lips, not daring to utter another word.

Time passed as an incense stick burned down. When it was spent, most had already composed a poem.

His willingness to do anything for Jia Ru was his own matter, and Jia Qingfeng, as the father, was understandably reluctant to accept kindness lightly.

Seeing the approaching second elder and recalling the earlier complicated ceremony, Xiao Yan and Xiao Yao exchanged a helpless glance and smiled bitterly, resignedly closing their eyes.

Xuan Chen’s expression chilled. To him, someone useless was beneath contempt; after all, such a person alive could only become a great threat.

“What the hell is this vast universe?” Abruptly, Yang Jie unleashed the power of the Great Dao Saint Soul, sweeping through the star region—and found it utterly devoid of even the slightest essence, primal energy, or spiritual qi.

***

“Do you have any thoughts on this clause?” Shangguan Honglie habitually sought Feng Yufei’s opinion.

Afterward, Zhang Suxin seemed to have little desire to continue the act with Jia Ru. After a few polite words, she declined his company for the flower viewing and allowed him to depart ahead.

The Bronze Immortal Hall was ancient beyond measure, rumored to entomb an Immortal! It was said to date back to the era of the Archaic Sky Emperor, or even earlier, rivaling the three great artifacts of the Concealing Heaven realm—the Wild Tower, the Immortal Bell, and the Green Cauldron.

But fate was irresistible. At this moment, the only hope was that the villager’s words were true; otherwise, she would have to help Liu Bei find another guise.

Two grand saint-level masters were being torn apart by this raging energy. Yu Wuya struggled to contain it, preventing the chaos from spreading. In the past, he could never have restrained such fury, but now he barely managed to hold the situation.

One breath was stretched to two by the curse clouds, and ultimately Elder Zhao caught up.

Guo Yi thought, Jiang Xuan’s once promising life and bright future had now been ruined by his own doing.

At the Gu family ancestral home, Jian Shuilan and her entire family arrived by seven in the morning, sharing a lively breakfast together.

There is a saying—ignorance is bliss—but Liang Jian did not know when he would ever master his craft.

For the following two weeks, A Xing updated Meng Zeting daily via email on He Yumo’s itinerary.

She was knocked to the ground, her back scraping harshly against the rough surface, pain so fierce she could not even cry out.

Liang Jian lingered in heartfelt reflection before composing himself. Opening his eyes, he picked up his phone and called Xiang Jin. He needed her cooperation for tonight’s dinner.

Without a word, Xi Jinzhi saw that another attempt to restrain Liang had failed, and instantly, Xi Jinzhi rushed to Yu Youran’s side.

Liang Jian knew that if he failed to fulfill Li Qidong’s wish, his trust and prestige in Li’s eyes would diminish.

***

Beneath the Flame Palace stood a towering mountain, atop which was a celestial ladder. Judging by its appearance, one had to ascend this ladder to enter the Flame Palace.

“Whatever, the Fourth Heaven—you know where to go, just go there, except for the Phoenix Clan!” Mo Jiuli considered before speaking.

I was thoroughly angered by him and grabbed the crystal ashtray from the coffee table, hurling it at the man. Yet he did not even dodge as the crystal ashtray instantly passed through his body.

Seeing Tang Yisen’s brow furrow again, Shui Xinrou was caught in the same silent ache, inexplicably pained.

The streets remained as crowded as ever, and the streetlights shone just as brightly. It seemed many enjoyed the nightlife, perhaps because beneath the cover of darkness, people could don an extra mask of protection.

A low, husky whisper, a familiar scent, a warm embrace—she easily shed her reserve.

She could not hear clearly, but that was enough to excite her. This man had been unconscious for a month without a single reaction, and now, speaking was enough to make her happy.

Ding Chuan, groggy, sensed someone calling him. He turned to see it was his mother.

Madam Bai fell silent once more. If judged solely on career achievements, Bai Lu was truly impeccable.

Wang Gang entered the car, casually closing the door and saying to Bei Dajun, “Master, is your injury alright? Maybe we should go to the hospital.” On the way over, Wang Gang observed the wound—though it hadn’t hit a major artery and bleeding was not severe, the cut was quite deep.

Once the old man shed his scholarly guise, he was nothing but a mischievous old rogue.

Menas was enveloped by a torrential current. His once white body had turned to a deep navy blue, and the red fin atop his head, resembling a tentacle, had stretched several times its normal length.