Chapter 59 An Accident Occurs

Shen Yichi was a calm and composed man.
He began to rationally analyze the situation for her.
"You suddenly agreed tonight, perhaps out of impulse, perhaps moved, or maybe you have some feelings for me. But no matter the reason, I cannot touch you."
"Decisions made in impulse may lead to regret. I..."
The honor of a family is directly proportional to its strength. No matter how fierce or arrogant Nangong Ruidian and Nangong Ruying were, behind them stood the deeply rooted and flourishing Nangong family. Who could rival them? Who would dare to disrespect their face?
He longed to stop immediately, to cease drawing true energy from his dantian, to halt the rotation of the orb, to make the pale blue glow fade away.
This was something that surprised me greatly. The time for her was at most afternoon; it was very rare for her to return home.
Just as Chen Feng was about to mount his horse and proceed with the next move against Duanmu Jie, he saw tears welling in her eyes and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He could no longer continue with his planned actions.
"Big brother, let's fight to the death against these bastards." Beside Yang Ba stood a burly man of around thirty named Kun Hu, whose cultivation had reached the second realm of Battle King! He was one of Yang Ba’s trusted lieutenants.
"To be honest, I really don’t know. We were only temporary partners. After leaving the tomb, we took the same carriage back to Nanjing. We parted ways long ago, and since returning to Nanjing, I haven’t seen Old Tan again," I said with a bitter smile, shrugging at Zhuang Chu.
Suddenly! While Yang Tian and the others were chatting idly, the purple-golden gourd in front of them spun in midair. A dazzling purple light surged forth, divine patterns swirling in the void before it fell into Xing Hao’s hands.
Otherwise, all the ceremonial lessons Zhang Tianyang specially prepared for her in recent days would have been for nothing.
While Chen Feng’s curiosity deepened, the purple lightning sable approached a slightly raised patch of ground and jumped on it three times in succession.
"But as His Majesty said, isn't his reliance precisely those 400,000 troops?" Richard asked again.
"So, you knew my true identity all along. Elder, do you not blame me for joining the Divine Sect?" Xiang Hao asked anxiously.
"These villagers are truly reckless. How dare they enter the Blood-Red Forest? I think they have lived long enough," Chen Yunyi said, frowning slightly.
Lu Hu led Fang Yi inside and then stepped aside, sitting on a chair. He grabbed a bag of betel nuts nearby, tore it open, tossed one into his mouth, chewing while his eyes never left Fang Yi.
Back at the company, before Fang Yi could even take a sip of water or sit down to rest, Ding Miaoyan approached with a cold face, as if about to explode—very intimidating.
Seeing the giant rat attack, the experts guarding the offering hall on the ground screamed in terror.
A mysterious figure suddenly appeared, emanating a chilling aura, with only cold eyes exposed, staring mercilessly at the Eagle Head.
The battle in the Void Prison raged on, growing ever more intense. Both Xiang Hao and the Holy Son continuously unleashed their ultimate secret techniques.
The previous Dark Void King looked at the chains binding him, pushing with both arms. The chains trembled on the verge of breaking. Suddenly, noticing something, he smiled cruelly.
Dimly, sixteen filthy prison cages seemed to float in the air, each containing shadowy figures.
Representatives from several hidden noble clans—Qin Ye, Bai Tumu, Feng Ducheng, and others—wore dark expressions, glaring angrily at Jiang Yu.
At the mention of "seizing Xuzhou," Lü Bu’s eyes lit up with excitement and his spirit soared. This was the carrot Guo Jia had casually dangled before him, yet Lü Bu believed it wholeheartedly, worshipping Guo Jia as a deity and obeying his every command.