Chapter 160: Just a Favour

"I wouldn't dare claim we're acquainted, but I have seen you before." Li Wanbai smiled, a smile that carried a touch of foolishness.

The old man looked somewhat surprised. "You've seen me?"

"Of course I have! Anyone with aspirations in jewelry design could never forget you!"

The identity of the elderly person before her was extraordinary—a veritable grandmaster of the jewelry design industry. The Paris Jewelry Exhibition itself was hosted by this very person. She had never imagined that the Qin family possessed such immense influence, capable of inviting even this soon-to-retire VIP.

But this time would be different. They would never be able to open their eyes again, never emit those strange shouts again, or mock those people. Their corpses were already cold, devoid of even a shred of warmth. Piled beneath them were firewood and kerosene—props to send them off on their final journey. Their bodies had lost all vitality; it was time to bid them farewell.

Guan Jing wore an apron and skillfully scaled a fish, skillfully gutted it, skillfully deboned the rabbit meat, skillfully simmered day lilies, wood ear mushrooms, and a country chicken into a pot of soup, and skillfully seasoned the beef with cooking wine. Then came the practiced, high-heat stir-frying of pork kidneys and pig intestines, the preparation of boiled fish in spicy broth, and tender rabbit with corn... Mother Huang stood by, utterly astonished.

Naturally, gifts were given to everyone; Mei Tingting and Shangguan Wan'er were no exceptions, each now possessing a villa of her own.

Zhang Jianzhi covered his face and wept. Su Ning's brows furrowed tightly, and the onlookers around them experienced a sudden moment of enlightenment. The contempt and disdain in the gazes directed at Zhang Jianzhi completely transformed into sympathy and praise. Even the two household guards who had blocked Zhang Jianzhi a moment ago felt a pang of guilt in their hearts, unable to utter a single word.

Chen Hua was entirely unaware that the three peak origin controllers of the Destruction God Clan—and even the Second Elder of the Destruction God Clan—were preparing to make a move. At that moment, he was still peacefully waiting in Yuntan Immortal City for his son Wuji to emerge from secluded cultivation.

As for Uncle Gan, he carried a weapon curved like a hook. The surface of this weapon was etched with undulating, stepped textures—it was actually forged from Yunmeng's heavenly ladder-patterned steel! Yet the shape of this weapon did not conform to the standard Yunmeng saber. Hong Yi searched his memory of the weapons recorded in the Martial Canon, but seemed to find no match for it.

Upon reaching the VIP room of the Revenge Young Master, she saw the door ajar. Su Rongrong glanced at it, then gently raised her hand and knocked.

Because Bai Su had fled her home in a rush, she had simply thrown on a dress. It was a dress she ordinarily never wore to receive guests, reserving it only as nightwear at home.

"Darling, why don't we just drop this? Let me call our bureau chief and report the situation. Darling, it's too dangerous; we can't handle this," Tian Shanshan pleaded weakly.

Lin Qiuchiu's gaze was fixed, his breathing heavy as he stared at the celestial grass swaying in the wind. A brilliant light soared into the sky from his eyes, and wisps of divine radiance emerged from behind him. A winged heavenly horse seemed eager to fly; if it soared into the sky, it would be as swift as a shooting star.

"It is only a pity that the God of War Lu Gang insisted on defying the heavens, and ultimately failed. This sword was lost along with him." Speaking of this, the usually composed Prince Zhu could not help but let a trace of regret color his face.

Walking along the road, Qin Zhantian very unexpectedly sneezed. Was someone missing him, or was someone cursing him?

After Ziling finished her disjointed explanation, Qin Zhantian finally understood what had happened. It turned out that upon waking up early that morning, Ziling had discovered Eastern Luoling was nowhere to be found, leaving behind only a letter, which was why she had rushed over in such a panic.

Yet, compared to its previous agility, Huihai's eyes were now dull, and the two rings of Buddhist light around his body flickered uncertainly, harboring a faint tendency to dissipate.

The water platform was built quite large, and then Qiguo discovered that it was constructed simply from stones without cement, yet it remained completely leak-proof. Truly remarkable.

"I still need to eat and drink my fill first to build a solid physical foundation; only then will the probability of success be much higher." As this thought arose, Weilin instinctively touched his money pouch at his waist, only to find it completely empty. Hurriedly recalling the digested information, his face froze in place.