Chapter 108: The Xuanwu Gate

Zhao Su and Yuchi Wei donned their armor, hung Zhuge repeating crossbows at their waists, arrived before the troops, and vaulted onto their horses.

"Let us go, Eunuch. I shall accompany you to present myself before the Emperor," Zhao Su said.

"If you please," the young eunuch bowed, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. His task had been to deliver the imperial decree and escort Zhao Su...

Yet, by the time he had finally scraped together the money, those shops had already become the property of Liu Quansheng. As for the school project, it had fortunately launched as planned.

Mu Yuan walked up to the ancient bronze gate and looked up, only to see sword energy radiating with such intensity that it felt as if a formidable sword-dao dimension lay behind the bronze portal.

Sun Xiujin’s heart hammered against her ribs. Doing something like this for the first time, she was both nervous and exhilarated. Hearing him say he had someone he liked and thinking of Pei Qin, she swallowed her shyness, cast aside her reserve, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, and leaned in tightly, feigning a twisted ankle to steady herself against him.

Although Hun Tian had submitted to Ling Sixue, he held her behavior in utter contempt.

Those short blades were his weapons. The reason he had remained motionless was that he had been waiting for an opening—the perfect moment to kill Ye Fei, and now was the time to strike.

Yang Lie could not help but rub his nose. He had not expected to become such a hot commodity; not only was the genius of his arch-enemy, the Sea Clan, trying to recruit him, but the Barbarian Clan was also pushing their way into the mix.

At the very least, the Ye family, in the face of the surging tide of the five great clans, displayed an overwhelming momentum that was incomparable to that of ordinary people.

Just as the old man ceased speaking, his pupils suddenly constricted. At that very instant, Xu Buhan moved. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he shifted. In the next heartbeat, his previously motionless body suddenly flickered.

In truth, there were very few online games at the time. Apart from "Stone Age" and "Millennium," there were practically no others. Most people who went online played local area network games, with *Red Alert* and *Counter-Strike* being the most popular.

Jiang Xirui told them to choose the venue themselves, and the only thing they could think of was a seafood buffet. At ninety-nine per head, they were determined to make Jiang Xirui lose a small fortune today.

Watching from the sidelines, the chieftains of Langqiong Zhao and Shibang Zhao felt their hands itching for action, and they both approached Hongxian to request to join the fray.

Zhu Da could understand the pressure of hierarchy—the head merchant, the second-in-command, and the salt peddlers below. These knights were clearly the direct armed force of the head merchant, while Xiang Bo was at the bottom of the ladder. It was just like personnel from headquarters dealing with branch employees; it was understandable, but certainly not comfortable.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, she realized she was no longer the Hall Master of the "Qingzun" Hall; naturally, there would be no handgun beneath her pillow.

The dress in Xia Zhi’s hands only resembled the dresses of that era, but both in detail and style, it appeared significantly more fashionable.

His eyes twitched, but he remained silent, watching helplessly as Chunyu Jingtian turned Xuanyuan Yu’s head into the shape of a hedgehog.

She remained dazed until her nose was pinched by someone, leaving her face flushed from holding her breath. Her misty, water-filled eyes glared at the malicious man before her as she slapped his hand away.

A shadow flickered behind him and vanished once more. As he walked past the shadows of the city gate and back into the morning light, Si Fengjingyan once again lifted his impeccably handsome face, a faint, imperceptible sigh escaping his lips.

"Thump!" Shangguan Chen was so terrified that his legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as he struggled to recover.

It was common knowledge that no one could ever snap a photo of Young Master Jing unless he willed it himself.

"Then let’s head up ahead and buy two ice creams to munch on," Cao Yue naturally would not go against Zheng Han’s wishes and immediately agreed.