108. Taking Sun Quan as a Disciple

In less than a day, Sun Ce sent word, expressing willingness to negotiate on the three conditions he proposed. The conditions were as follows: exchanging Danyang for Yuzhang, assisting in recovering one hundred thousand dan of grain supplies, and Sun Quan becoming a disciple of Cao Xin.

Since Cao Xin was not skilled in rhetoric, Jia Xu, Liu Ye, and Bu Zhi were sent to handle the negotiations. On Sun Ce’s side, Zhang Zhao, Lü Fan, Zhou Yu, and Lu Su—each a top strategist—were dispatched.

After five days of negotiations, both parties reached a preliminary agreement on these three issues.

The carriage in front showed no sign of rerouting and continued straight ahead, while the carriage behind, seeing the turn signal flashing to the right, followed suit and turned onto the exit.

Qinghuo pulled a roasted sweet potato from the fire, carefully peeled it, gently blew on it until it was no longer hot, then approached to hand it over to her. She slightly turned aside, showing him that her arms were bound.

Only Lang Hao himself could truly recount the emotional journey he had endured during this period. Yet, at the very least, he made a decision and did not disappoint everyone.

Cecilia stood frozen in place, motionless, until a staff member came over to guide her off the stage.

The words of this pale man were not without reason—if there were no tremendous benefits, why would Hong Ye betray his own clan?

Beside the wooden barrel lay a modest wooden basin containing a comb and a face towel for washing.

“This… this is truly horrifying…” Bai Tan found it difficult to accept Madam Zheng’s bold hypothesis.

“Your memory is quite poor. I told you yesterday, and you agreed,” Wang Guannan remarked.

A series of deities, some of the fifth rank, others the fourth, cast their gazes toward the Yinming Demon Land, which had now become a forbidden zone.

At the very least, before this, he needed to visit either the company or the hotel where Princess Mary resided. But now, with Crooked Mouth’s arrival, he found himself with ample time, which allowed him to go out and stand up for his cousin.

A tremendous explosion shattered the surrounding trees, and the wooden wall of the Great Harmony was torn open by the blast.

After Qing departed, Zhaomei Ming rubbed her temples in frustration, clearly troubled by the recent discussion.

At that moment, before Zhentian could finish speaking, a tremendous pressure surged suddenly from within the door, causing cold sweat to break out. They had only just begun to grasp the second point Zhentian mentioned—something none of them wished to witness.

Chen Zhifan shouted in a strange tone, “You want to kill Awu’s mother? I saw it! I’m going to tell Awu!” With that, he ran off in a different direction.

“Heh, this game’s a bit silly. How about I open you with fifty thousand?” the young man said cheerfully to Er Linzi.

Chen Zhifan continued, “What I saw today, brothers, I hope you don’t share it with outsiders!” After his words, the air settled into a brief silence.

Led by the mighty rural warrior, 109 zombies suddenly surged with energy. In an instant, the dark forest was filled with a grim aura, and the sounds of insects ceased.

Upon entering the woods, they heard waves of agonized groans echoing back and forth. When they saw the sight before them, each one drew a sharp breath, their faces filled with shock.

After such an unforeseen turn of events, neither of the two Immortal Lords moved, allowing the Wu siblings to escape. Tong Yin stood nearby, anxious and puzzled.

“You also know about Ranran and Dark Night?” Zhang Yang was overjoyed and blurted out the question. He had been worried about finding someone to help.

The final long sigh seemed to carry the weight of a lifetime’s regrets and melancholy, sounding especially heavy.

“Of course I’m despicable. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have used a towel soaked in knockout drug to muffle your mouth tonight,” Jin Rong said shamelessly, pressing her hand to his waist and guiding her to undo his belt buckle.