Chapter Twenty-Eight: Predicament

Saturday, 7 p.m.

Yan Ming was working late at the law firm. It was a holiday, so hardly anyone was around, and the office was empty. In this entire area, he was the only one present. He had slept at the firm again last night; his beard hadn’t been shaved for three days, and he hadn’t changed his clothes in the same span. He looked worn, as if he had aged several years overnight.

He had spent two days investigating the clue about the hair, tracking down everyone involved. Yet, to his disappointment, no one except Yang Yongfang had hair of that reddish-brown hue. There was nothing to compare, no leads to follow.

The trail had gone cold again. He found himself at an impasse, directionless and uncertain of how to proceed.

He knew very well that this strand of hair was crucial. If used correctly, it could be leveraged against Yang.

His sturdy frame faced away from her, but his damn pride swelled slowly, growing ever stronger. The faint ache made his brows furrow tightly.

Time was tight, so Lu Jiaxin didn’t even have time to eat breakfast with everyone else. Li Chengyuan specially instructed the nanny to pack several breakfast portions for Lu Jiaxin to eat on the way.

At the very front of the altar stood a huge blood-red stone platform. Sitting cross-legged atop it was a round-faced monk dressed in a crimson robe, holding a purple-gold staff — none other than the Old Demon Wu Jie.

“Hey, that’ll do,” Meng Ke’s eyes brightened upon hearing this, and he immediately agreed. Xia Xi took a jar of wine out of the kitchen; the wine was actually meant for cooking, but it was fine to drink as well.

Si Luan worked tirelessly, fully absorbed in refining medicine. Every time Yan Lao saw her, there was a dark circle beneath her eyes.

The Divine Turtle’s head ached somewhat—proud and proud of her on one hand, worried her body couldn’t withstand it on the other, fearing harm to herself.

“Oh no, oh no!” Mother Qin was startled, quickly picking it up and nervously inspecting it. She noticed that the crack which had appeared before had lengthened a bit.

Heavens, Aunt Liu had actually used the term “mother and daughter.” Chu Yi was so delighted she almost jumped for joy.

After the cold wind brushed past, Lord Warren had only a few bloody gashes on both arms, no major injuries. But Delvichio, who was caught in his grasp, instantly turned into a bloody mess.

He understood only too well that when he had forcibly activated the demonic body that day and used his spiritual essence to power the ancient array’s foundation, his demonic spirit had sealed off his sea of consciousness and dantian to protect itself. Reopening them would require considerable effort and time.

Gu Xijin approached and saw Mu Yongrui staring blankly at her. She felt helpless inside; she was destined to betray his deep affection.

At this moment, seeing Fang Li and the other two jointly attacking Yuchi Jin, he was delighted to stand idly by, even hoping they would fight to the death. How could he possibly intervene?

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