Chapter 64: I Deeply Regret

“Are you feeling shy?” Feng Su’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and Li Jiuwei couldn’t bear the gleam in his gaze.

Her little heart was beating wildly, utterly out of rhythm.

“Oh dear, my eyes! Did I just see something I shouldn’t?” Ji Mingchuan suddenly shouted, pretending to avert his gaze elsewhere.

“Su, can’t you spare a thought for us single folks?” Zhou Hui clutched his chest, feigning heartbreak.

Feng Su held Li Jiuwei close, brushing aside a—

“I only heard of this person because my father mentioned him,” Wu Chengxu said with a bitter smile. Thankfully, the old man seemed to have a good relationship with this mysterious ‘Ghost Hand,’ so perhaps there was still hope.

“What’s with that fat woman? Why is she rushing about so flustered?” Just then, Liu Haibin came out from the private room nearby, puzzled as he watched Sister Zhang hurry downstairs, and turned to Zhao Jingwen.

“Do you have any good ideas?” the fat man pressed urgently. Among the seven, Nan Feng was the most resourceful; back in Chang’an, he’d managed to accomplish things everyone else thought impossible.

Lin Feng certainly wouldn’t sit and wait for death. He thrust his spear forward, moving like a spirit serpent, weaving nimbly through the air. Compared to the nearby longsword, the spear resembled a dragon—its force and speed far surpassed the sword, yet both were equally agile and light. As they clashed in midair, sparks flew.

“Chief Mage of the Magic Division, Odaman. Mid-level mages, please advise.” From this introduction alone, it was clear Gaia held an absolute advantage in terms of strength. Upon hearing that Gaia’s power ranked among the upper-level force masters, Tie Lin and Avia felt a wave of unease.

“You’ve all rested enough, haven’t you? Get up and resume your laps—twenty more to go. And Mu Zi Fei, your back is healed now, isn’t it?” asked Rafi.

“So what’s with the demonic aura on you?” As Su Huai spoke, he took a few steps toward Li Meng and the others.

“Qiangzi, notify them immediately—tell them to pull back, all of them!” Ye Weitian said coldly to Fang Ziqiang behind him, then promptly turned and headed back toward the villa.

He needed to find out where Zheng Qing worked—and yet he had no idea where her workplace was.

“Early Mystical Extreme, huh? Same level as her. I shouldn’t lose to her now,” Su Huai murmured to himself.

“Where did you go this afternoon, and who were you with?” Yang Zi gently stroked her soft hair, asking quietly the question he longed to know.

The two weapons collided, sending sparks flying. The two angels, startled, looked up to see two men suddenly appear at their sides, clad in blood-red robes and wearing masks of purple-gold.

“All these years, I’ve searched for him in such agony. Are you sure you haven’t mistaken him?” He lowered his head, each word he uttered frosted with cold.

After burying Capri, the Lion Mercenaries entered a period of temporary rest. Over the past few days, Wang Nanbei had observed and learned, and had finally discovered the reason behind the Lion’s longstanding lack of reputation.

When the man in black landed, he suddenly tore off his cloak, revealing a robe beneath in shades of violet and blue.

“I’ve felt something off lately. Not only is Shanghai restless, but even the deep sea and many other places are unsettled. I can sense it, but I just can’t piece it together.” Wang Nanbei sighed, gesturing for Ah Wu to walk and talk alongside him.

With that, Cheng Yue activated her flight device and shot away like an arrow loosed from a bow, roaring through the air at a speed nearly matching a supersonic jet—only those who had unlocked the second-level gene lock could pilot it. Watching Cheng Yue vanish in an instant, Ye Zhu sighed, then took out his own flight device and, without hesitation, followed after her.

He remembered what the killer Drunkard had once said: to uncover who murdered his adoptive parents, the only hope lay in finding the spring’s source.