Chapter 113: What Did You Do After Dinner with the Taoist Yesterday?

In the group of six riders, Wen Zhixia and Lin Mengqiu were racing ahead; Wu Jiayun and Yan Yufei were gossiping behind; Li Wanyin beside them was lost in thought, staring blankly; only Chen Shi’an and Fei Mo on his shoulder were leisurely riding, taking in the scenery along the way.

The moist breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees mingled with the coolness of the lake water. In the distance, the lake shimmered under the sunlight, occasionally a white egret skimmed across the surface, leaving a light trail.

Clearly, the Berserker held great intimidation in this world. Yan Luo pondered whether to brandish his massive Xing Tian axe, as big as a door panel, just to show off.

Lin Ziyun, closest to the strange snake, could smell the rancid stench from its mouth and felt a wave of nausea.

“Ah... Tang Ning is your son too!” Rudolf spoke in a low, rumbling voice, like a volcano ready to erupt. Over these past months, he had come to accept the new name wholeheartedly, but habits formed over more than a decade were not so easily changed.

Under the influence of alcohol, his mind reached a nearly unbelievable state. Writing the exam paper now felt increasingly exhilarating, even stirring an urge to hum along.

Mu Bai, the Black man, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Among countless inner worlds, this was his first encounter with a miniature garden.

Sun Wukong leaned back in his chair, legs crossed high, a faint smile playing at his lips. With a slight flick of his finger, a ball of golden light blocked the paths of Long One and Long Two.

“Tang Ning, are you close with Qiu Zhang?” After settling down, Harry finally mustered the courage to ask.

Sun Wukong admired the surroundings, occasionally murmuring in praise. He was more convinced than ever that the dragon clan in this Water Sun world was incomparable to those living across the Four Seas.

But Hermione was different. From the start, she believed in Tang Ning. At first, she might not have fully understood what being imprisoned in Azkaban entailed, but she knew that just a quick check would reveal only the gravest criminals were sent there. Yet, she chose to trust Tang Ning nonetheless.

Ruffling his hair, Tang Ning successfully turned his messy hairstyle into a chaotic nest, which somehow invigorated him greatly.

“How did this happen this time? You got killed, but your body’s fine?” Seeing Jiang Feng’s awkward smile, Li Mucheng shot him a glare before asking with concern.

Hua Niang’s superior, having caught wind of the situation, knew these two were not to be trifled with. While stalling, they sent word to gather experts.

“King Gao Gao is a veteran of many generations, highly respected and capable of defending the eastern gates of the capital,” Yang Lin replied.

“I saw you outside the city earlier and noticed you were in a hurry. I pursued relentlessly until I caught up here,” Xu Shilu answered as they hurried toward the palace together.

Minister Xu never expected that a few words of his would provoke such a lengthy response from Guo Zhuocheng, who left him no face, as if deliberately opposing him. An ember of anger flickered in his heart.

Yue Huanyan had just been outmatched by Xiang Wanqing and was a bit unsettled. Her question lacked some grace, seeming to imply that Xiang Wanqing was not wealthy and had no boyfriend willing to spend money on her.

“Damn it. This can’t go on any longer.” Patchouli gritted her teeth and, ignoring her physical condition, forcibly unleashed the attribute-less magic storm of a high-ranking seraph, hoping to violently destroy the blade formation completely.

Such thoughts were perfectly normal. Every official wished to accomplish feats that would benefit their career. Without ambition or achievements, what motivation would a leader have to improve the local economy?

Backed by China, IIC Company might not make as much money as if China had defeated the United States. Yet, their profit was steady and secure, with minimal risk.