Chapter 95: Can't I Just Ask and Receive?

After more than half a month of unbroken clear skies, it finally began to drizzle and patter with rain on the day of White Dew.

Modern people seldom pay attention to the traditional solar terms anymore, except during the great festivals and holy days.

But Chen Shi'an remembered. In fact, he had always been accustomed to marking his days by the lunar calendar.

White Dew is the fifteenth of the twenty-four solar terms, marking the end of the Shen month and the beginning of the You month in the sexagenary calendar. After White Dew, the cold air begins to shift from defense to offense, and the weather gradually...

"Alright, let's fill our bellies first. That young lord won't reach Zhu Prefecture until the Si hour tomorrow, so tonight we'll enjoy ourselves to the damn fullest! Come on, I'll drink first!" The leader raised his cup and tossed it back in one go.

Because now, with a casual glance, every time a Soul-Devouring Bug burst open, it was as if the bug had been carrying its entire household with it—everything came clattering out.

"Why not come in?" From the inner chamber, where a few scattered candle shadows flickered, Rou Dai's faint voice suddenly drifted out. It betrayed no strangeness, offered no clue to her mood, and revealed neither sorrow nor joy.

Having said this, Wang Huan dragged his somewhat unsteady steps down from the platform and, in his capacity as team captain, withdrew from the remaining competition.

Yao Yi's last sentence—telling the lawyer to handle the relevant procedures—had made it unmistakably clear to them what Yao Yi's next move would be. Even if they wished to do something about it, they no longer dared.

After the others dispersed, Yao Yi tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Many things weighed on his mind. He mulled over every problem, weighing it from all sides, searching for countermeasures, and considering the responses of all parties—especially those of the American government and the Canadian government, for that was the crux of the matter.

Though Yao Yi spoke this way, with the emergence of the embryonic law of the lord responsibility system, a quiet transformation had already begun within him. Yet at his core, he still thought like a merchant.

Only, this place seemed to have no door leading to that underground casino. And Ye Bingyin certainly believed that "underground casino" was merely a manner of speaking—it could not possibly really be beneath the earth.

Fine, then. Once we go in, I'll just have to teach this God-Binder the beauties of the human world, strive to win it over to the human camp, and bring peace to the world from then on. Wahahaha.

Qin Jinyu still refused to give up, so he went through the papers lying on the desk in Su Heng's room, hoping to find some clue among them.

By the time Su Wushuang had finished everything, it was half past five. She immediately rose and reached for her bag, and at that moment her phone rang. With a glance she saw it was Ellie calling. Pressing the answer button, she walked over to Gu Xi, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled that it was time for him to get up and go.

That was one of the most mysterious forces in the martial world. No one knew its true face, nor how great its reach was. Even those within its ranks had no idea of the actual identity of the sovereign of the Yuetian Sect.

As for that queen of the Western Regions, it was said that, uneasy about the situation back home, she had hurried back overnight under the escort of men from the Wei Kingdom.

Yun Xia immediately urged her to go, saying that Huai Zhen had mastered the ancient Chinese art of planchette divination from the Book of Changes—that when she set out to make money, she was never wrong, and there was no harm in trusting her. At any rate, she could go to Paramount and broaden her horizons.

"Who? That Stanford who built the railroad and later, at the government's call, founded a university? Or that Levi's who made his fortune selling jeans?" Arthur curled his lip in a disdainful smile, his manner thoroughly contemptuous.

Outside the great hall, Wan Chengyu, having finally managed to rise with difficulty, saw the scene before him, and his expression turned unspeakably grim in an instant.

The Qinghe and Qinglan factions had made the loudest ruckus, with a few others trailing behind them, each bearing their own private designs as they went to speak with Zhou the Infernal.

"Thank you." Ye Moxing inclined his head slightly, and his tall, straight frame imperceptibly tilted forward—an unconscious gesture.

In truth, ever since leaving the embassy, Lin Jie's mind had not been clear. At first he had been anxious and frantic; now he was simply dumbfounded.