Chapter 86: He Lowered His Head

Li Wanbai stared at the abruptly disconnected call, feeling somewhat baffled. Su Orange was still just as she remembered—loud, unpredictable, and never consistent.
It was eight in the evening; the night was just beginning, and Li Wanbai had no intention of sleeping.
Especially after being scolded so harshly by Qiu Ying—if she were still so carefree as to turn over and sleep immediately, Qiu Ying would probably burst into her room upon hearing of it and give her another tongue-lashing.
She picked up the character booklet Qiu Ying had given her earlier and sat down in the suite.
Zhang Donghai had originally thought that Old Zhang would suggest going to a boutique to buy a brand-name item, but in the end, it was just a trip to the supermarket for something costing a couple hundred.
“What wrong have I committed? He is the one at fault,” Deng Lin insisted, paying no heed to Old Fourth’s anxious demeanor.
The four of them made their way toward the Buddha Palace Temple, covering thirty li by noon, and still they had not even glimpsed the Shakyamuni Pagoda.
Zhong Zai cautioned his men, thinking to himself that it had taken great effort to get hold of a Honda RC211V this time—he had truly spared no expense. He absolutely could not afford to lose to Cheng Yan again; otherwise, in Anxin’s heart, he would have no standing left. With that thought, he gazed at Anxin with deep affection.
“No need to worry. The child is attentive; she will definitely return,” said Lord Mu, though he looked more aged than before.
Submerging into the water, it felt as if he had returned to his mother’s embrace. Zhang Donghai felt no chill at all; the energy of the Water Cleansing Belt sent cool currents continually gathering within his body.
Fei’er had a long conversation with Mu Yanyuan. The messenger returned to say the sect leader had agreed to meet, so Mu Yanyuan followed the disciple up Wuwang Peak.
Meanwhile, Gong Gong returned home in a rage, only to find his son Julong sitting alone under the eaves, staring blankly ahead. His face was pale, his eyes swollen and red as if he had just cried.
As expected, after Qian Tong finished speaking, Lin Qingxuan merely curled his lips into a cruel smile and walked off without a word, while Lin Yumeng’s eyes darted about, clearly plotting some mischief.
The abbot of Tianlong Temple rolled his prayer beads, his body radiating a powerful energy as he said, “Lonely Changhen, today you will not leave!” The abbot of Jade Tiger Temple squeezed his hand, and a swirl of icy mist slowly coiled around his palm. Li Zhichen, too, clenched his hand tightly around his jade sword.
This discovery filled Huang Xuanling with wild joy. He felt that as long as he continued cultivating according to this manual, unimaginable rewards awaited him! At the very least, the strengthening of his body and increase in power were obvious and immediate.
The shooting target was set up. Yan Poyue took the rifle from Xiao Yunjie in front of everyone, poured the pre-measured gunpowder into the barrel, then loaded a steel pellet, and finally tamped down powder and shot with a rod.
Upon meeting, everyone exchanged greetings. Lu Zhonglian had his men count the numbers; most had arrived. He then called out loudly, “Gentlemen, I know it’s dangerous for you to come at such a time of war. I also know you are here for my sake, and for that, I thank you all.”
“Who are you?” Ye Han had a string of questions in his heart, but as the man in the conical hat approached, he was overcome by a strange feeling and only managed to ask this one.
Wei Ran had all the spies in the north of Qi executed in secret by Ran Fei, except for one who saved his life by revealing some crucial information.
“Ah, those who do not know are not at fault. Brothers, please sit and have some tea. Let us speak plainly, no need for formalities—just tea, please!” Yuan Shao and Cao Cao were taken aback by Xiao Yi’s easy acceptance of their approach. He sat down first, unconcerned, for he had come without expectation or desire.
The crimson spirit stone burned like fire. Swallowing it, he wondered: was his soul power fleeing in terror from this blaze, or did it wish to conquer and absorb the fire element for itself?