Chapter 154: Only You Can See

"What?"
"Shocked, aren't you?" Lin Lu wiped away her tears. "I have something even more shocking to tell you."
"The truth is... I am Su Jinyuan's daughter. But Wen Caiqing doesn't know yet; she thinks I drowned in the river that year..."
Daoist Sanshen spoke with great eloquence, pointing out the scenery as they walked. Among the most famous were the "Eight Sights of Tiandu," such as "Emerald Mist on Snow Cliffs," "Morning Clouds Greeting the Sun," and "Sunset Glow on Daoist Rock," each accompanied by a long history or legend.
Xu Feng, in the front row, put on the first batch of manufactured clothing, still muttering something to himself.
After putting away the chess set, Wang Zhongming looked up at Li Lihong. "Oh, Teacher Li, is there something you need? Let me state in advance, if it's like yesterday and you want me to volunteer, I'm not doing it," he said with a smile.
With this deafening roar, the entire villa trembled slightly, and all the "evidence" vanished into thin air.
Ji Chengche had originally assumed the meeting point with Granny Shang would be near the Xin'an River. Little did he expect that even after traveling day and night and entering the Million Cloud Mountains, Tang Xueluo showed no signs of stopping to wait.
"Nonsense, who's sulking?" Wei Guoqing retorted, though his defense lacked conviction, as anyone could see that Han Caijuan did not look happy at all.
The massive dragon head had its eyes closed, yet no blood flowed from the severed neck. There was no scent of blood or decay in the air—instead, it was permeated with a strange, indescribable fragrance, perhaps slightly sweet, yet elusive.
In many memories, the obsolescence of cavalry was attributed to the emergence and development of firearms—expensive armor and weaponry became a joke in the face of such powerful arms. However, all of this was built upon technological superiority. Now that they possessed this advantage, they would naturally have more confidence in the potential wars to come.
This troll might not have understood the common tongue, but the status of an astrologer remained insurmountable among trolls, and that set of tarot cards naturally carried symbolic significance.
Just like Feng Ming's style in combat, it was decisive, swift, and ruthless, designed to strike first and break the opponent's spirit; even in defeat, one would be convinced and submissive.
Bai Qiusheng frowned. He was not a direct descendant of the Xia family and was not very close to Wang Jing. He was surprised that Wang Jing had suddenly come to see him. They had just exchanged pleasantries and hadn't even begun to discuss business when Xia Ange's call came through.
Ye Yao had never seen a servant girl refuse a reward, especially one from her. In the imperial palace, let alone gold or silver, even if the reward were a lashing, someone would still accept it with a smile.
Lu Chen nodded. It made sense; scholarly pursuit was no different from farming—ask only about the tilling, not the harvest.
Hadn't you doubted him before? And didn't it turn out you were just overthinking it every time? Rest assured, there won't be any problems. A voice inside comforted her.
Hua Rui favored her son more; this principle held true everywhere, and it was perfectly natural and understandable.
Feng Ming, caught between laughter and tears, tried to catch her to punish her, but Bing'er darted away like a rabbit, leaving behind the silver-bell sound of her laughter.
Li Jianjie was the most valiant cavalry general in Guangzhou, and he led almost every countercharge outside the city walls.
As she spoke, she moved to take it off. Brother Feng was her favorite, and if he didn't like something, Bing'er would absolutely part with it.
The sun shone warmly on the military camp. Today was destined to be another day of high temperatures. The ground was slowly drying out, and the soldiers' footsteps made crisp crunching sounds as they walked.
Park Bu-cheng said this, revealing what he thought was a very gentlemanly, but actually exceptionally greasy, smile.