Volume One, Chapter 61: They Quarreled, and Would Not Make Up

Arriving at the hospital.

Yan Qiuning’s complexion was considerably paler, and with just a glance upward, she could see Ninth Master’s figure. He would not leave her; he had been watching over her all along.

The nurse finished bandaging her wound. “Don’t let the injury get wet for three days. Fortunately, it’s not deep—any closer and it would have severed a blood vessel, which would’ve been far more dangerous.”

Luo Ben turned around to see Natalie and Su looking at him with puzzled expressions. The voice that had spoken just now belonged to a man.

“Thank you, Elder Jun. Thank you, Elder Ma, Elder Li, Elder Qin,” Lin Feng rose and gave a traditional bow.

“Lu Chen, since you are so outstanding, I appoint you as the team leader,” the patriarch announced earnestly, his sincerity clear despite his formal tone.

Yet before he could finish, Zhao Yu pinched her gently at the waist, her melodious laughter interrupting what she was about to say. But gossip spreads easily—once a subject is raised, how can one possibly silence every tongue?

At this moment, no one dared question whether the Lord of Green Hall had chosen the wrong person. Should such doubts reach the Lord’s ears, they might well face eternal damnation—the consequences would be unimaginable.

In ancient times, the status of the man in black was exalted beyond compare—even higher than that of the chief deities. No one dared defy his orders or slight his dignity; he had never lost face.

A group rode their horses to the top of the city wall. Ling Duanshang gazed ahead and saw a man in blue robes approaching at a seemingly leisurely pace, now less than a mile from the gate. How could this be, when the scouts had just reported that he was still some forty or fifty miles away?

When the silver-masked man called again, Zhao Yue ignored him. From the sky, food and water were dropped. He wanted nothing more than to smash them to pieces, but considering he only had one meal a day, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

Although the city of Xiangyang was under strict lockdown, how could the news be kept from everyone? Secrets are only safe in the bellies of the dead; the living inevitably let them slip. No one among the soldiers even considered defying the supervising officer’s orders.

Yao Xiaotian scolded the two sternly, but when he caught sight of Cai Lin, his tone softened before he could finish his words.

They had barely crossed the threshold when the scene before their eyes once again defied everyone’s expectations.

And seeing her father in his current state, Ye Ling’s heart, which had just begun to heal, felt newfound elevation.

“It’s been… so long.” Upon reuniting, the steadfast glint in his eyes was just as it had been in the past, while she, worn out by the successive losses of loved ones, was weary in both body and soul.

Qi Yu tried to comfort himself: Dust Bro saw it all himself, so it shouldn’t count as me telling him, right?

Jin Tianze’s face went ashen with terror. He trembled all over, his feet rooted to the spot. Qiu Wanqian kicked him to the ground, where he lay half-prostrate, shaking, unable to utter a single word.

Thus, to eliminate every potential risk, they had to send Liu Yangyu for a thorough examination.

All they could do was lock Li Hai up as they themselves had once been caged, confining him like a beast.

Tian Hao, more thoroughly soaked, felt more comfortable and, still clear-headed, walked forward and opened the door without even asking.

The soft sensation made the sleeping Lin Yu furrow his sword-like brows, as if he sensed something, but he made no move.

Seizing an opening, Lin Feng struck out like lightning, his fist landing heavily on Long San’s left shoulder blade. Long San recoiled with a cry of pain, and as he tried to steady himself for a counterattack, Lin Feng’s flying kick landed squarely in his abdomen, sending him crashing backward.

Those itinerant cultivators and so-called immortals—they are all schemers at heart. They might join in when the wind is at their back, but to suffer alongside us, to share hardship and danger as we do, is simply unrealistic.