Chapter 101: Li Jiuwei No Longer Cared

The sudden apology left everyone present utterly baffled.

Yet Li Jiuwei remained unusually calm.

She lifted a brow. “Mr. Jiang, what exactly are you playing at?”

Jiang Huaiting’s heart gave a violent tremor. He looked into Li Jiuwei’s eyes and found there neither love nor hate.

It felt as though someone had twisted his heart mercilessly, twice over.

“Xiaojiu, let’s talk.”

At once Li Jiuwei’s expression darkened. Jiang Huaiting was as self-righteous as ever, utterly oblivious.

Upon hearing this, Chu Hanxuan’s fury only deepened. What was there to be glad about? To be glad that he had mistaken a pearl for a piece of fish-eye stone? He had regretted it long ago. He simply had not realized it then. If he had known earlier what Rong Qian was really like, he would never have been such a fool.

But for someone with such formidable self-control, all emotion lasted only an instant. In the next moment, his face had returned to a frown.

“Who’s there?” Gongye Nan barked and chased after the figure, but it was already too late; the black shadow had vanished into the boundless night.

“If they were leaving, how could they possibly have left me behind? How about this—why don’t we call a truce for now, go into the Jade Ancient Clan first, and talk after that? What do you think?” Hua Fengmo asked in a tone of negotiation.

Rong Qian looked at the steadfast, handsome man before her. She did not know how she had described him four years ago, but she was certain of one thing: she admired him. At least within the Kingdom of Dongliang, if there was anyone worthy of her praise, it would be him.

Today, Murong Feiming had assigned her yet another “great responsibility” — choosing a wife for Murong Yufei. Thinking of how, ever since marrying that man, the things she did had grown more and more like those of a meddlesome matchmaker, she felt a vein throbbing at her temple.

Ye Qingcheng frowned. Her cool eyes swept over the man before her. He was handsome and refined, wearing a pair of glasses that gave him a somewhat shy air.

If anything were to happen, she was willing to bear it in his place. She was not afraid, so long as nothing happened to her family.

“You know I’m going solo today, don’t you?” The voice on the other end could not hide its excitement.

As for placing it here at the Gratitude Charity Foundation, Wang Nuo could simply adopt it directly without issue. With this project and this plan, Li Zhaofeng and the others would not have to worry about being idle for quite some time. And when they went out to raise donations, they would have a legitimate cause; their work would finally have a proper focus.

Meeting Kaoqi’s eyes, full of terror, Xu Zhe drew out his wind blade. A line of blood traced after it as the blade passed.

So close their eyelashes might have touched, so near their breathing could be heard. Gu Xiaobei’s heart nearly leapt into her throat; her body seemed utterly beyond her control, still obediently and tenderly resting in Li Haonan’s arms.

Watching Qingge fight with everything she had for her, Hua Xuanji’s eyes reddened once more. Yet just as it became clear Qingge was about to give out, Hua Xuanji knew that if she forced herself to stay, she would betray Qingge’s heartfelt loyalty.

“Help me raid the general’s estate. Dare you?”

I smiled meaningfully. He Weiye’s face changed at once, and Yue Tang was even more startled; the mouthful of juice she had just swallowed almost sprayed out.

“I want a sector analysis on my desk tonight,” Wang Nuo said to Lu Jianming and Bai Rong, setting out his demand.

Seeing Liao Yun, everyone understood at once: this rebellion had been the work of the Guardians.

“Nor is anyone allowed to seize another man’s property by force!” The captain’s body seemed to radiate a faint, upright righteousness. And Lu Feiyang could tell that this captain possessed a considerable measure of justice.

Unlike the strange blade technique and the Void Calming Art he had learned, Blood Sorrow laid out nine distinct levels in meticulous detail, and each level required opening a new route for the circulation of primal force.

“Bivi, what is it you wanted to see me about? It was so mysterious—you insisted on talking in person,” He Weiye said.

From the figure came a wave of resentment that clung to the entire wall, and it too began to tremble violently.

The former sect master, their master, had eleven disciples in all, and the one she loved most was this one.

His face was terribly ugly. Though this was the truth, in fact very few people knew exactly how it had come to this.