Chapter Sixty-Two: All Doubts Resolved

It was Yin Nian who finally broke the silence. Though she was deeply grieved, sorrowful, and full of regret, the matter had already come to pass, and she knew she must resolve it and bring things to a close.

“Now, I want you to tell me everything you’ve done, from beginning to end,” she said, fixing her gaze on Liang Zhicheng. “I want to hear it from your own mouth.”

Liang Zhicheng seemed dispirited, a trace of sadness in his eyes. “What exactly do you want to know?”

“Everything. Since the day you saved that person, every single thing you’ve done. I want it all.”

“It’s just as I said before...” Liang Zhicheng shrugged.

“No, there’s more,” Yin Nian said, her brows knitting with dissatisfaction at his continued evasiveness, even now. “After all these years—”

Su Ming, seizing the moment, thrust his sword into the man’s body. He could clearly feel the blade pierce flesh, but, strangely, not a drop of blood appeared—only a wisp of black mist escaped from the wound.

“Qin Ming...” came a mournful wail as the old master Qin looked on, eyes wide, watching the sword pass straight through his grandson’s chest and emerge from his back.

Milele... He wondered if his grandfather had left behind any information about himself, Artoria, or Akame.

Liang Shan threw a cold glance at Cao Liang and said, “This is just a warning. If you’re still not convinced, come at me again. But next time, I won’t be so lenient.” With that, he grabbed the corner of the table and gave it a powerful tug. With a thunderous crash, the table the four of them had struggled so hard to move came away as if it were made of paper.

Among the crowd were people from the Chen tribe, the Qi tribe, and many others from various clans.

All around, the senior disciples—including those who had entered the sect alongside him, and even Xu Shuanglu—looked at him without the slightest trace of shock or amazement for the display of overwhelming strength he had just shown.

As Luo Xiaoxiao headed to the restroom, Su Ming finally made his move. He immediately activated his card skill, an image of one of the burly men from earlier flashing through his mind.

Lin Xiu instinctively wanted to unleash his solar flames and incinerate everything before him.

At the time, he’d covered his face with a bag, and Nangong Yuhan had only seen his back, so there was no way he could have recognized him. If anyone could have guessed, perhaps it would have been Angela. But for now, there was no need to worry—perhaps their visit had nothing to do with this matter at all.

Yunze, his expression unreadable, slipped the rabbit ears into his drawer. He thought Tong Guai was rather cute wearing them, but he wasn’t about to let her off the hook. In Yunze’s eyes, marital relations were no trivial matter, and for Tong Guai to go so far—this was a major issue indeed.

Bathed in the shimmering white radiance, a figure in white robes floated gracefully in the breeze. The faint moonlight spilled onto the ground, casting rings of silvery waves.

As Daji was about to collapse to the floor, Ji Fa rushed forward and caught her, thinking nothing of the fact that Su Hu, not far away, still held a sword in hand, ready to strike him down at any moment.

Yunze ran his fingers through Tong Guai’s silky hair, drew a long breath, and finally said, “I’ll take you out to sea the day after tomorrow.” Tong Guai mumbled softly, then fell silent.

Just then, the seemingly unremarkable youth suddenly erupted with a pressure as overwhelming as a raging flood. The third brother, who had been charging forward with a giant axe raised, suddenly felt as if Mount Tai had landed on his shoulders. His knees buckled, the axe crashed to the ground, and he dropped to his knees, trembling uncontrollably.

“Is there something you need, Brother Luan?” Du Yuesong inquired. Though both he and Luan Yan worked in the personnel department, they weren’t particularly close; if Luan Yan had come to see him, it must be for a reason.

Nangong Yuhan stood at the elevator doors, gazing at Tu Baobao’s departing figure. Even now, his palm still carried the lingering warmth of her recent touch. Would they always hold hands like this? Would it last a lifetime? Or was that just wishful thinking?

“I’m so sorry,” Gu Yi said suddenly, his tone turning serious, his eyes full of apology. She had lowered her guard so easily, her gaze tugging at him—so gentle and hesitant he’d nearly run a red light.