Chapter 41 Cause of Death

Fang Wenxuan stood by, watching an elderly couple clutching each other and weeping bitterly, their cries piercing the air. "My poor grandson... oh, who could be so cruel as to take my grandson’s life..."

Nearby, a tall, somewhat heavyset man was smoking one cigarette after another. His eyes were rimmed with red, and though he hadn't let any tears fall, Fang Wenxuan could see the pain etched on his face. He must be the boy’s father, and the two elders were likely his parents.

With that in mind, Fang Wenxuan decided to approach the man. He seemed to possess a stronger constitution than the others.

"Are you the boy’s father?" Fang Wenxuan asked as he walked up to him.

The man lifted his head to meet Fang Wenxuan’s gaze.

Faced with such a formidable human opponent, Demon King Jiansesu still regarded his adversary with due respect, never once denying the unique qualities the other possessed.

"What did you say?" Maolin slammed the table once more, her voice sharp enough to make Chen Wan frown.

Except for Yang Tong, almost everyone else had no objections; having something to eat was already a blessing—who could afford to be picky?

"I don’t care. I’ll challenge Xia Yun to a duel today. I want a fair fight with him, man to man." The White Saint refused to accept the humiliation of being knocked out in a single, inexplicable move last time. He was determined to reclaim his lost dignity through a just contest with Xia Yun.

One of the experts, already at the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment, sneered. He seemed to be the leader of the others, radiating such intense anger that the clouds overhead appeared to dissipate from the heat.

Three years ago, Xia Yun’s reputation was at its peak, his sharpness evident to all. Only after the shattering of his soul sea did he temper himself, yet Steward Liu could still sense the hidden edge in his eyes. But yesterday, that sharpness had vanished entirely.

If one could enjoy peace and prosperity, why risk everything for mere appearances and set oneself against the empire?

And so, with only a few simple questions, Yaozhui recounted the scene exactly as it had happened, his account nearly identical to what Janetta had described at the time.

As the airplane came to a halt, restlessness swept through the cabin. Passengers rose to open the overhead compartments and retrieve their belongings.

Where the dagger had struck, fissures radiated outward, clear evidence of a powerful internal force behind the blow.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" After calming herself slightly, Xia Xue looked at me as if I were insane.

Nuo Meiyin watched as Shangguan Youmeng departed, her heart still racing and refusing to settle. The chill of winter seemed to seep into the Pepper Room Hall.

If I were to plead for this matter before His Majesty, what would he think of me—a meddler? Worse, what if this reminded him of Dai Jin and her virtues? After all, she was once his favorite. It may sound alarmist, but life in the inner palace has always been like treading on thin ice.

The doctor performed a quick examination and said there was no internal organ damage, only severe external wounds. If infection set in, however, it could become life-threatening.

After setting breakfast on the table, she went to draw back the curtains, letting sunlight flood the entire room. She then opened the window wide, took a deep breath of fresh air, and finally sat down to enjoy her meal.

To the tree demon, He Lang was utterly different from other sources of food. Not only did he show no fear, but he often hurled insults at it. After being scolded countless times, the tree demon had begun to reflect—was its own behavior truly so wrong?

Jiu Zhen’s careless, devil-may-care attitude left Chen Tian puzzled about his motives, though he himself possessed nothing worth coveting. So he simply let things be.

"Nothing of note in court recently, but regarding the matter of Huo Yun, does Marquis Long’e have any thoughts?" Liu Bingyi looked up and met Han Zeng’s gaze directly.

This city at dusk was breathtakingly beautiful, the rays of the setting sun spilling into every corner. Even the breeze outside the window felt gentle and warm. I did not want to leave this restaurant yet; I knew he would come.

Yet Haitongtian’s hopes were dashed in the next moment. Though the water drills he conjured were ingenious, each and every one met the same fate—they were all blocked by the enemy before reaching their mark.

"How’s your recovery?" Soro turned around and saw the Lord of Death watching him, not the slightest bit surprised.