Chapter 71: Invasion

When Fang Wenxuan regained consciousness once more, he was still enveloped in utter darkness. He tried to move his fingers, but his hands remained weak and powerless. Now, he could sense that a black cloth had been tied over his eyes, leaving him completely blind.

He could hardly fathom it—Chen He had actually used an anesthetic to knock him out. If Chen He had gone so far as to drug him, did that mean he was involved in Luo Yongsheng’s murder?

As Fang Wenxuan’s thoughts raced, he suddenly felt a smooth finger gently caressing his cheek. The touch was feather-light, as if the hand were stroking a precious jade.

“Chen He... is that you?” Fang Wenxuan tried to speak.

But the finger pressed across his lips, silencing him.

In this distant, divine age, there were prodigious seers whose gaze could pierce to the end of evolution and whose compassion sought to save the world, and there were mighty deities whose mysterious faith inspired miracles and from ascetic devotion conjured the very creation of man. Yet the elderly man with the gold-rimmed glasses, walking through all this splendid drama, grasped instantly at the story’s very heart.

He listened to the sound, turning to glance at the two approaching figures. When they neared, he stepped aside, falling in behind them as they left the gallery.

This time, he was determined to hold firm and see things through. If any of his previous methods had worked, she would not have provoked him today alongside Xi Che. If he indulged her further, she might truly rebel.

He inspected it inside and out, over and over—the title deed was genuine, beyond doubt, and the owner’s name inscribed on it was indeed Zeng Yeming.

The agent’s face showed irritation, about to protest again, but the bodyguard at the side, ever perceptive, stepped forward and made a courteous gesture for them to leave.

Wu Jin’s breath was steady, his vocal range not especially wide, but his diction was natural and unforced, brimming with enthusiasm from start to finish. The melody soared from the very beginning; the youth sang with shining confidence, as if he were aglow.

“You—hmph! Jiajia, we’re leaving! Honestly, some people just don’t know what’s good for them.” With that, Su Yao stormed off to sit in the middle of the front row, while Wang Haiyue took the seat beside her.

[Lin Cha]: Watching TV. Are you finished with work? I don’t even dare message you, afraid I’ll disturb you on the job.

The director’s satisfied smile deepened as he watched him stride straight onto the set, script in hand, reading as he walked. His earnest and diligent demeanor pleased the director all the more.

“Alright, just don’t jinx us! We’re leaving now.” With those words, Su Wushuang took Aili’s hand and hurried out, while Jack lingered in thought for a moment before leaving at a slow pace.

A hollow sensation gnawed at Yu Hao’s stomach. Had he enough energy, the wound on his arm would nearly have healed in ten minutes. But after the fierce battle and a whole day’s journey, his reserves were severely depleted.

Seeing the sour expressions on their faces, Lin Yang wisely chose to run off. Watching Lin Yang disappear in a flash, Zhou Bin shook his head.

Yet, in front of outsiders, these two were still scions of great families. How could they possibly say such things aloud?

Happening to witness this from nearby, Fang Dangwu’s eyes flashed with anxiety as he immediately ran into Yang Hao’s courtyard.

Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen took their seats, with Yue Cheng first placing Huiyi across from them before sitting down himself.

On Qiang Wu’s side, Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen appeared calm and composed. To avoid suspicion, Leng Xiao did his best to look solemn and anxious.

“I’m going to wash up. I have classes tomorrow,” Yang Hao said, placing his toothpaste, toothbrush, and face cloth in the basin before heading to the bathroom.

In the heavenly prison, the cells ran deep, lit by dim candlelight. Everywhere one looked were cold iron doors and bars. Occasionally, voices echoed from the far end, their lingering reverberations only making the emptiness and chill within all the more apparent.

Xie Fenghua had already prepared for the worst, and had decided what posture to adopt when dealing with Ling Yuanfei’s feigned compliance. Yet before she could act, her whole body was suddenly thrown out.

And now, the Ming army claimed to have utterly destroyed this force. It was hard to believe.

As Shangguan Yuniao stepped onto the first floating stone, a terrifying pressure erupted from ahead, crashing down upon him like the Five Finger Mountain of the Buddha himself. The weight bore down so fiercely that his expression grew noticeably graver.