Chapter 82 Mo Ziyuan’s Unease

“He merely passed through your world without ever stopping; only now and then, hearing someone mention him would stir something in you, and tears would fall again, glimmering. Too many words turned into silence. The greetings you offered, the gentleness—all of it was brushed aside with a single stroke...”

Wei Jiujou? Jiujou—was she the one he had been searching for all along? If so, then what about Lin Yuexin? And why did she tell him her name was Jiu Bao, refusing to acknowledge him?

Sitting beside him, Lin Yuexin sensed Mo Ziyuan’s shift in mood. She quickly suppressed the darkness in her eyes and asked with concern, “Ziyuan, what’s wrong?”

Hearing this, Yang Pingfan pinched his own cheek—it hurt. He raised his arm; it was strong. Instantly, he covered his mouth to keep from laughing, because every time he laughed, pain would shoot through his abdomen, and he simply couldn’t bear it.

“It’s blown up, really blown up! The Shen family is here, too,” Young Master Cheng vaguely glimpsed a carriage charging up the mountain road.

Skin sagged and lost its luster, deep wrinkles etched themselves into their cheeks, and hair that had been jet black turned snow-white at the roots. In just a quarter of an hour, the eight of them had transformed from youths into elderly men, frail and stooped.

In this moment, you realize that even making a joke would be an insult, yet you put on the airs of a diplomat—weren’t you the one just now? He was only acting on the coroner’s word; Yan Zhao’s true expertise lay in apprehending notorious criminals, not unraveling intricate webs or gathering evidence. That had never been his strength.

When the steak arrived, Fat Jiang devoured the slightly burnt meat while extolling its deliciousness.

Immersed in cultivation, time slipped by unnoticed. Suddenly, a wild howl shattered the stillness. The frozen space trembled violently as a terrifying, suffocating energy erupted in every direction.

Through the fleeting glow of the aurora, Lu Yi finally saw what those green-eyed creatures truly were.

She paused, remembering she had assumed human form in front of Di Ze, blocking an attack for him.

Frowning slightly, the young man’s dark, beautiful eyes clouded with impatience as he turned to stare directly at Shi Xia.

After waiting a month and a half, the time to depart had finally come. An unexpected panic gripped Mo Bing, leaving him lost and uncertain.

Seeing Cheng Feng agree, Lu Jun’s heart leaped with joy—he would defeat Cheng Feng with his own strength and prove that Lu Wei was not someone just anyone could be worthy of.

Shi Xia was gently pushed aside by the young man and ended up seated on the sofa, a cup of water pressed into her hand.

Across from her, the youth gently took her hand. His eyes, dark and brilliant, met hers, shimmering with a nervous light.

Garen took out his water pouch, washed the bloodstains off the object, and studied it carefully in the last rays of sunlight.

“Hello? Chen Ze, are you still there?” she asked anxiously, uncertain what had just transpired to provoke such a reaction from the boss.

He clearly didn’t recognize Xia Yu, but offered her a faint smile, thought for a moment, then raised his hand to point in her direction.

“Because I caught a spy planted by someone else right here by my side. He’s already leaked the time and place of our afternoon meeting to his new master. For safety reasons, we have to change our plans,” Chen Tianxiao explained.

Such matter-of-fact words, coming from Qin Ziling, filled him with immense comfort.

Zhao Ling’s heart twisted with pain. Thinking of the hardships she might be enduring was agony—what if she was beaten, ridiculed, deceived by malicious people? Now the city gate was open, and the hope of finding her grew fainter still.

This was another world. Even with Yu Xiu, he might have been only eighteen, and could never have appeared before her so full of life.

This was Xiao Yan’s greatest trump card. People thought he had lost because he had succumbed to madness.

A band of goblins might be a trivial problem, easily dispatched, but the Dark Knights of the Shadow Nation were another matter entirely.