Chapter 59 Solemnly Spouting Nonsense

Hmm, they surely can’t wait until Qi Yan advances to the Void Refining stage before making a move, right?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
“Well, it has to be this way.”
Plans often fall behind changes. The moment Yun Zhao returned to the Song residence, the steward informed her that she no longer needed to deliver meals to Song Qingyang.
“Second Master has been released from prison. Little Yun, you’ve worked hard during this time. From now on, just continue with what you were doing before.”
Naturally, the promised extra hundred spirit stones were no longer mentioned.
At that moment, many names and faces of cultivators floated through everyone’s minds, yet none qualified—either their cultivation was too low or their experience insufficient.
So, right in front of Madam Feng, she blocked all contact numbers of Qiao Heming, including his phone number and other ways to reach him.
The voice seemed to ignore Yuan Yan’s words, waiting for Yuan Yan to realize on her own. Yuan Yan listened intently, recalling what had happened before she lost consciousness.
Duan Xiao didn’t close his eyes. Holding her slender waist, he savored the softness of her body pressed against his, yearning to immediately register their marriage.
Time passed swiftly, arriving at three years later, on the very day Lei Sheng was to assess Meng Chi.
“Phew—good thing he didn’t come up.” Mi Bei moved quietly, glancing back to see if the man from before was following.
In the end, understanding that someone else was meddling in the matter, they never bothered to approach the Guo family for a discussion.
Chen Xuanqi saw Ling Yu’s urgent expression and explained why Mo Chen remained on this continent, though he did not reveal Mo Chen’s current whereabouts, only that he was entrusted to guard it. The deal between him and Mo Chen was kept secret.
After Luo Tiejun’s failed attempt to sneak away, Mo Guang kept him close. Upon hearing the Judging Elder announce the final battle, he pushed Luo Tiejun onto the stage.
Huo Yubai felt warmth spreading from her abdomen, a pang of awkwardness rising. She turned her head to look at Si Jingmo, whose handsome face was solemn and serious.
But losing doesn’t mean defeat. Since the opponent had given their all, the Great Cemetery could not be allowed to falter.
Long Canghao’s heart suddenly softened. Her words always swayed him easily, yet when Yun Qingcheng’s mischievous smile appeared in his sight, it was truly difficult to show a pleasant expression.
Amid the endless heavens and earth, that solitary white figure seemed so lonely— even the hardest-hearted in the world would feel sorrow upon seeing it.
“Mother Qin, I and Qin Luo…” Ning Jiayin tried to explain, but she seemed unable to clarify. Whether she explained or not, it seemed nothing could be changed.
Feng Zhuyue was happily anxious, thinking about how Long Canghao would soon be freed from the blood poison, her heart filling with excitement.
A dark-skinned, rough-complexioned young man made his way alone toward the department store. To the east of the city, faint flames flickered; he knew Zhao Ying had started fires on the city’s outskirts.
“Thank you so much!” Zhan Ge Kuang was overwhelmed with emotion, rushing over to embrace Qin Bu’er, pounding his back repeatedly.
“They are not powerful like noble clans, insignificant. If they don’t submit to us, just kill them; why waste effort?” Minister Song frowned slightly, showing dissatisfaction with his actions.
“Didn’t you say you were going to watch a movie with Lin Hao today? Why are you still here?” Ling Xue asked in surprise.
Alchemists require talent, but the threshold isn’t very high. Compared to certain mages and summoners, it’s much easier.
Cen Jun instantly became the center of attention, her face flushing red. She awkwardly leaned toward Sun Yingying, as if wanting to slip into her embrace.