Volume One Chapter 22: Shop, Shop, Shop

The two of them locked eyes for a moment.

"Alright!"

Wang Ergou nodded emphatically. "We’re doing business openly, so I’m not afraid of your tricks. With all these people watching, I really doubt you can make any trouble."

Soon enough, Wang Ergou had everything ready and laid it all out on the counter.

As for me, I ran downstairs to join the children in their wild games. We played until my mother finished cooking, and only then did I head home.

Anxiously, Zhao Han glanced at Xue Miaomiao, opened his mouth to speak, but after a long pause, could not find the words.

"Don't pretend. I won't pity you," Qin Wanqing pressed her lips together, but subconsciously set down the basin she held.

He longed to see Miaomiao; only she could ease the knot in his heart. But Zhao Han knew, things had reached a point where escape was impossible today.

She glanced at Zhao Zheng, unwilling to play his circuitous games, and conveyed her displeasure directly.

He set a trap to lure the yellow-furred creature once more. That creature had a peculiar habit—it would fixate on a single household and keep stealing from them.

She was certain she had found the right place. There was no sign of the Thunder Spirit Tree, so the only possibility was that it lay at the bottom of the lake.

He walked over to examine the two corpses. The one Lai Zi Jiu had seen before, whose neck was half gone—though dead for some time, the clothes and appearance suggested he was a young man.

In a few days, Qin Wanqing was to enter the palace to thank the Empress. Now that she was titled as a Princess, it was necessary to pay respects to the Dowager as well.

She was still only thirteen or fourteen. Anyone observant could see the hint of dissatisfaction in her manner, a trace of complaint—her apparent indifference only made her discomfort more obvious.

"Let’s check the third floor first," Ling Yu said, after pondering Fu Luan's suggestion.

"Imperial Brother, I’m done with this matter!" Bai Xiaosheng was displeased with the attitude at Drunken Immortal Pavilion. He had brought Huang Wuji here to forge ties, but now the situation felt like a slap in his face. What did Bai Xiaosheng value most, aside from money? His own reputation.

The old man had intended to meet in real life, but she refused. She feared Cai Chenyu would trace the connection and find Jian Jie in reality—it would be too dangerous.

"Are you leaving as well?" After some time, Ye Fan appeared. Knowing Zhang Mu's plans, he felt reluctant to part.

"You've never heard of the Hidden Clan? Weren’t all the bearers of the Heaven-bestowed legacy guided by a herald? Are you saying your herald never told you?" Now it was Xuanyuan Mo Li's turn to be astonished. His expression grew strange as he exclaimed.

"No, I haven’t been out in ages. Today I managed to steal half a day’s leisure, so I’ll wander around. You go ahead with your business." Dao Yi waved at Jing Yi with a smile, then propped the broom against the wall and walked away.

"What should I give, really? Let me think a little longer..." Qiao Jingyuan said, lifting his head to look around.

The virtual value took effect. Xiao Lianxi’s long eyelashes fluttered; her mind was fine, she had simply fallen asleep unconsciously.

Because of the dense clouds, by afternoon, Mount Qiong Long was already shrouded in darkness. Countless flames illuminated the mountain, making it almost as bright as day.

He feared nothing in one-on-one combat, but once surrounded, attacks from all sides would inevitably throw him into confusion. The commotion would surely alert the alpha wolf.

After hearing it all, Wang Ling's astonishment could not be concealed. Only now did she realize just how many hidden intricacies there were in all this.