Chapter Three: The Grim News of Death

When Yin Nian arrived at the hotel’s private dining room, it was already one o’clock sharp.

She pushed open the door. Everyone inside turned their heads to look at her, each wearing a different expression.

Yan Ming pointed to the seat at his side, and Yin Nian walked over and sat down quietly.

Directly across from her was Yu Weiran, dressed in a light blue suit, her cold features tinged with a trace of anger. Beside her sat her two assistants, and behind them, Yang Yonggui and Yang Yongfang were seated. Yang Yongli was nowhere to be seen.

“Since everyone is here, let’s begin,” Yan Ming said.

“She kept us waiting for a full half hour. Don’t you have anything to say?” Yu Weiran looked at Yin Nian, a cold smile curling at the corners of her lips.

“Traffic,” Yin Nian replied, her tone indifferent. She had no desire to—

Liang Chen followed the guidance of that energy, his fingertip tracing patterns upon the star chart, as if drawing some mysterious symbol. The speed and path of the energy’s movement were governed by a special rhythm. Liang Chen kept tracing along this flow, all the while memorizing the places it passed.

Chen Ziqi had already locked onto the dragon-lion. Just as it lunged at Tang Yuying, she darted out, right hand sweeping upward to release a blade of water.

In the next instant, the impenetrably solid metal door yielded as if it were mere paper, its structure instantly destroyed as it crashed inward into the laboratory.

He dared to do this because he sensed his true form had already entered Yulin City, and it would not be long before it arrived here.

Tang Yan’s brows knit together as she said in a low voice, “His mastery of geomancy is among the finest in Yudu. There are few who could surpass him. If even he cannot succeed, perhaps our approach is fundamentally flawed.” With that, she turned to look at Liang Chen.

Captain Zhang’s brows furrowed slightly at her words. He looked at Lu Chen, a complicated emotion flashing in his eyes.

After leaving the village, it wasn’t far to Zhang Yuanzhi’s ancestral home. They were to remain there that night to observe the stars, so there was ample time to pass in idle conversation with Zhang Yuanzhi.

Ever since acquiring this magical treasure, she had never had the chance to use it—now was the moment to test its power.

The safer the surroundings seemed, the more he worried for Lan Xi. If the enemy was truly after her, then at this moment, she was undoubtedly in grave danger.

Most of those present no longer remembered this figure who had briefly shone during their student days.

Liu Rulin burst into laughter, clearly delighted by Zhao Changfeng’s answer, then turned to the audience stands, which by now were empty.

“At the very least, it’s my own body,” Zhong Jiujin emphasized, stressing the word “my.”

The illustrated compendium described the Stinging Tongue as adept at disguise and deception. Its host boasted a rather handsome and innocent face, which, along with its profession and the parasite beast’s innate gifts, made it terrifyingly easy to gain a stranger’s trust.

The East Swamp Team, who had been standing motionless, instantly changed direction and charged at Zhong Jiujin, closing the distance in a flash.

Usopp and his companions paused in confusion, rubbed their eyes, and when they looked again, the expanse outside had become utterly deserted.

“That largest building is the Sun Tribe’s royal palace,” Aman said to the group. Now that the palace was in sight, he was unwilling to lead them any further.

Tang Wu had actually struck Tang Yue. Had he not always doted on this younger sister? But today, for Leng Huansha’s sake, he’d hit her.

With this, the power of the Chuan Shi Chamber of Commerce increased four- or fivefold in an instant—their control over elixir resources now accounted for fully seventy percent.

Mu Linfeng was about to refuse Mu Ziluo’s request to bring someone inside, but upon seeing Mu Ziluo, the man’s eyes seemed to light up.

They said the Great Tree was too unreliable, yet by the game’s end, it had a 2-1-11 record—a respectable result for a support-oriented top laner. Becoming unstoppable was always going to be difficult.

The Ghost King continued his lewd words, clearly intent on not leaving until he had indulged in Shuhua’s body.

Just by looking at the remains left behind, one could imagine the scenes that once played out here.