Chapter 57: The Princess Breaks Out the Prison

Dusk was like blood, shrouding the dilapidated temple in the south of the city.
Cobwebs trembled in the draft sweeping through the hall.

"Chuntao, if you still don't see me after three days, take this and go to the Herb Hall in the capital to find Manager Xia."

Xia Qiqi hid Chuntao into the small secret chamber behind the shrine, leaving some dried rations with her.
She gently wiped the corners of Chuntao's tear-reddened eyes and handed her own cat's-eye earrings to her.

Chuntao clutched the earrings, her hands trembling uncontrollably. "My lady, why must you go back? Steward Wen..."

Yet, she was indeed wearing the most ordinary coarse-cloth robe, the kind that cost a mere ten copper coins—even a newcomer just entering the game could afford it. However, both her guild affiliation and name were completely hidden. If one hadn't moved the cursor over the target to confirm it was indeed a player, she might easily have been mistaken for an NPC.

When Jiang Yue called Jiang Xiaoxiao, she stammered and brushed him off, claiming she was busy.

Diane Chessal frowned slightly, unaccustomed to it. Regrettably, her entire body's acupuncture points had been sealed, rendering her unable to move or protest.

"That goes without saying. How could I possibly make things difficult for my good brother?" That colleague smiled slightly and said with absolute confidence.

It was precisely at a moment like this that Nagato needed to accomplish it this way, which spoke volumes about the situation.

The Night Watch members wearing Zhong Kui masks, who had been lurking in the surroundings, immediately materialized, closing in on the man in blue in a tight encirclement.

Yan Xiaoxiao felt a buzzing in her ears. *Brother Jiang Yue is back.* That single sentence echoed back and forth inside her head.

It also just so happened that facing these circumstances now, whether one could truly confront these changes still held numerous possibilities.

"As expected, the fragrance is fresh and lingering." Qing Rang had not yet tasted the tea; just watching Qiu Ziliu's flowing, cloud-like movements in brewing it and inhaling the aroma drew an involuntary sigh of admiration.

Li Yan and Yuluo Qingming possessed high damage absorption. He, together with Tinghua Lixue and five hundred Changge crowd-control and counter-control abilities, were also quite formidable. The only ones who required concern were Situ Lingshuang and Wen Dongfeng. So far, Wen Dongfeng had fought alongside the team three times, yet each time felt harmless and of little consequence.

"Not long ago, you used to come find me for chats all the time, saying you would definitely come visit my place more often. But later on, you stopped coming, so I don't believe a word you say anymore," Chen Tie said with a touch of annoyance.

This craving for grand achievements seemed to be an innate trait of the Li family: whether it was Emperor Taizong Li Shimin, Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi, or the current Li Longji, they all shared this flaw.

The Willow Leaf Sect was located in the southern district of Willow Leaf City. Chen Feifan did not believe anything would happen just as night fell, so he first circled the city a few times to familiarize himself with the terrain, ensuring that should any unexpected danger arise, he could make a timely escape.

The Twelve Luling Hammer Technique placed far too heavy a burden on the caster. Given the old blacksmith's physical condition, being able to persist until the ninth strike was already truly remarkable.

Yinglan's voice still seemed to linger in his ears, yet it was growing fainter and farther away, blurring like someone calling out to him from a distant dream.

After sending Manjing and Cattail home, Xu Huaijin did not leave immediately; instead, he went inside and spoke with Old Man Luo about going to the Tang family residence over the weekend.

"Let nature take its course; some things cannot be forced." I shook my head. Sometimes, the more one wanted to know the truth, the more one feared knowing it. It was somewhat contradictory, but the truth was the truth, and it would eventually come to light.

Seeing Moyi return and Ximo break into a smile, he felt genuinely happy and relieved from the bottom of his heart.

"Sister, what does 'insult' mean? And why is Cousin Shunmei so terrifying?" Cattail looked at Manjing with a trace of confusion, her face full of curiosity.

Sun Yanli turned her head to stare at Chuan, her phoenix eyes widened to the limit—probably the widest her eyes had ever been in her entire life.

"It's truly a pleasure to see you. I am the great Maxwell." Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman, who bowed slightly. Yet his tone carried a theatrical, melodious cadence, arrogant enough to make one want to punch him.

Yet smashing a car—and a Porsche at that—was indeed a rather sensational event. It instantly attracted passersby, and some even whipped out their mobile phones to take pictures, beginning to speculate about what on earth was going on.