Chapter 99: What True Friendship Means

Yu Baichuan truly lived up to his reputation—his actions were swift and decisive, leaving no room for second thoughts or regrets.

At this moment, the trending topics on Weibo were in complete chaos.

At the very top was the headline: "Who Are the Truly Unrelated Parties?"

Below it were two more: "Unrelated Party: Su Chengzi," and "Unrelated Party: Mu Sang."

The three headlines stacked together created an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

Unaware onlookers were left puzzled.

Liang Fusheng gazed at the grand and imposing architecture of the Wang residence, her mouth agape throughout. She did not know how to appreciate such grandeur, only listening as Dan Mingxu beside her narrated like a tour guide.

Because of his ascent to the rank of Seven-Star Dou Emperor, Xiao Yan felt the pain throughout his body had eased considerably, though his right hand, nearly half-broken, remained numb.

She had family, friends, and a lover. Shiyao knew with absolute clarity that her convictions could not be shaken for their sake.

That Zhang Jiaze—on the day I left school, he did not come to see me off, not even a word of farewell; now, half a month past graduation, he hasn’t sent me a letter… What does he mean by this?

Following the winding Earthroot River, one could see the aquatic plants at the riverbed sway lightly with the murmuring current. Shadows of clouds reflected in the water, the sky a clear blue, enriching the river’s hues even further.

That summer was not truly a summer in the usual sense; compared to the previous year, temperatures had dropped by at least ten degrees. Throughout June and July, cool breezes blew, reminiscent more of spring.

The old man turned around, looking at Mu Cheng with curiosity, while the old woman shook her head to indicate no. Mu Cheng’s face instantly turned pale, and without a word, he dashed toward Zhaoyue Lake.

Amidst the chaotic thoughts, a low, resonant voice sounded. Shi Na turned to see Xiao Yan striding forward, his icy gaze fixed on the dark shadow ahead, his aura overwhelming. As he spoke, he shielded the figure behind him.

Within the canyon, Xiao Yan slowly opened eyes that had been closed for days, stretching his long-unused gaze. Bones within him loosened, accompanied by a crackling sound.

Whispering softly, the unconscious Xiao Yan’s face suddenly darkened, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his expression deepening in agony.

Xiao Yu’s arrival instantly drew countless gazes. These were the true elites of the Fate Wheel Celestial Palace, the cream of this generation. Even the least skilled here were Immortal Masters.

Suddenly, Zhang Sheng’s body stiffened with alertness. He recalled certain unfavorable developments and immediately ran to the front of the group, pulling Uncle Li aside to speak.

I had so many things to say to him, but my throat tightened, and every word I tried to form vanished in an instant.

Neither of these outcomes was favorable, leaving him deeply conflicted. In the end, he resigned himself to following along—when the boat reaches the bridgehead, it will naturally straighten out; everything would have its resolution in time. This instinctive avoidance not only infuriated Fang Xiu further but also delighted Nan Zhi, who accompanied He Yi.

Ji Meng slept in the house with his wives. He had already felt unwell at the trial arena, so his wives were especially concerned and refused to rest in the neighboring quarters.

Hua Yan’s words astonished Xiao Yu greatly. This matter had even drawn the attention of the head of the Wu Sect, something he had never anticipated.

When he saw Chang Li, his eyes paused briefly before he immediately understood. “That’s the Fourth Brother, right?” With a beckoning gesture, he called Chang Li over.

“All right, eat up, eat up. After eating, you’ll have energy for the afternoon mission,” Zhang Sheng said, picking up his chopsticks and beginning to eat.

When Lin En saw their unharmed bodies, he had once felt a pang of sadness, but he ultimately moved past that phase and continued with his life.

Ye Lingxi was summoned to the palace early in the morning. This was unexpected; she knew that during the morning court session today, her father would certainly address the assassination attempt on the Ye Marquis’s residence last night. But such matters should be settled in the court; there was no reason for the emperor to summon her personally to inquire about it.