Chapter 119: Emotions

The hurricane deep within the hurricane rift was truly terrifying. Elder Ghostfire had just gone down personally to probe, but ultimately returned in defeat, clearly overwhelmed.

It was a black Cadillac Escalade, luxuriously appointed inside with comfortable seats and equipped with the most advanced security features.

For Lin’s father and his companions, it might have been just a morning without seeing Lin Shu, but for her, it had been over twenty years since she last saw her father.

As Tang Yun spoke, he took two biscuits from Wang Cai’s dog bowl and slowly ate them in front of the dog before finally giving it its dinner.

Though those words were reasonable, I still felt a bit annoyed and rolled my eyes at Jiang Le.

I didn’t know if this time’s wait-and-see approach would bear fruit, but right now I had no leads and could only follow this clue.

Lin Shu had barely pushed the person outside the door and hadn’t locked it yet when she saw a tall figure approaching from the street corner.

Three afternoons later, sunlight filtered through the mist over the streets of Santiago, the sea breeze rustling the palm leaves with a gentle murmur.

After the Utur Hall incident escalated, the government’s promised support truly took effect—it was not mere empty talk.

Under these circumstances, the once-in-a-decade Tianshan Forum became a grand event for many to glimpse the secrets of the heavens. Whether a revered sage of the Daoist arts or a novice newcomer, all could gain insights from the exchanges.

For example, in a scene like the one just now, Zhang Liang could almost be certain that some part of the Ferris wheel had triggered Zhen Huxiao’s response; otherwise, Zhen Huxiao would not have shown such an expression.

“Rest assured, I know him; it’s absolutely safe... cough cough... just let him in, cough cough...” he said, followed by a violent bout of coughing.

One’s past and present are inseparably linked, impossible to sever. The complete Lu Xu was the one who carried that past, and I could never let him remain unmoved when facing Han Dongling.

At the chessboard, one person propped his chin, confident and leisurely waiting, while the other scratched his head, struggling to think and resorting to cheating by undoing moves.

After speaking, he ascended the stairs, passing by Han Zhen with a look full of provocation and determination.

Coming at this moment may seem considerate—where were they earlier? Too tired to argue, I fixed my gaze outside the car window.

“Why don’t we also give a gift? A few million to the dean should do the trick! It’s not right for there to be no sentence for a whole year. I think a three-year sentence would be acceptable,” Gao Yuan said.

Yet, would Zhang Liang give him this chance? Lin He had already been waiting nearby, and as Ma Gui stepped out, Zhang Liang’s figure vanished instantly.

“Alright.” Bao Chun hadn’t expected her to come, but since she did, he decided to greet her and walked toward the door.

Clearly, though Young Master He was mysterious in business, his actual influence was enormous.

“Someone’s calling me, let’s talk next time!” Peng Jiang glanced in that direction and ended the video call.

Feeling cheated by the boss, feeling great about oneself, believing the boss couldn’t do without them.

“Come, let’s play another game of chess!” Just after lunch, Tiantian still felt sleepy, but Yi Yi came running over with a box of chess pieces, inviting a match.

The truck delivering donations to the troops had a load capacity of exactly 40 tons, filled with cotton-padded coats, quilts, shoes, and hats. Thus, the cargo included fifty thousand sets of cotton-padded clothes and pants, fifty thousand quilts, with the rest being shoes and hats to match the clothing.

After all, the light of the Morning Gathering Fairy was all transformed through soul power; if one could restrain or absorb soul power, then the power of the Morning Gathering Fairy wouldn’t be so strong.

Meanwhile, the battle on the western lands remained unchanged; Daoist Yuqing relied on the Zhuxian Sword Formation, firmly anchored like a nail. The celestial deities of Heaven, the insect clan, and the demon race fought endlessly on this vast battlefield, yet none could overwhelm the others.

“Xia Zhiya, do you know what you look like now?” Once an elegant socialite of high society, she now stood before her disheveled, completely unkempt, nothing like her former self—a stranger who seemed to have escaped from a mental asylum.

At this moment, not only Chen Xiaotang’s group but several nearby tourist groups visiting the site occasionally let out earth-shattering exclamations. Facing such a scene, this grand and weathered underground palace shook everyone’s hearts deeply.

“Showy on stage, miserable in the ring, sigh!” But before anyone could finish their lament, Rubinhan spread his arms, bent slightly forward, and slowly advanced toward Chen Xiaotang.

He didn’t know if Yao Ji could understand what he was trying to convey; he merely comforted her. Perhaps even if she understood, she could hardly accept such a notion.

Both sides were reinforcing their troops along the border, utterly disregarding the other’s feelings—this was certainly no sign of peace. Meanwhile, the Ba side strengthened cooperation and contact with Zheng Qi, indirectly proving they intended to play the ironclad role against India.