Chapter 66: An Unexpected Incident

"Xu Yang, you're back."
Su Yanran smoothed her long hair, her face alight with a spring-like smile as she stepped out of the bedroom.
Then, she caught sight of Bai Xiaocheng standing beside Xu Yang.
Though the scars on her face had not yet fully faded, the moment Su Yanran saw Bai Xiaocheng, a strange sense of hostility welled up within her.
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Since both were preoccupied with their own thoughts, conversation dwindled. It was only when Zhuoyue stopped the car in front of a Peninsula Café that he finally parked.
Two months later, wherever the two passed, the gentry all but vanished; eventually, before the Red Flower Society’s troops could even arrive, these gentlemen gratefully gathered their families and valuables, fleeing to Henan, Jiangsu, and other regions for refuge.
"If it really came to that, I suppose you wouldn't be the one picking me up today," Xiao Fan said with a cheerful smile.
"Unlike you," Li Sheng retorted, as if he'd found the perfect counter-example to his own rebellious life.
In truth, utter despair and defeat can drain a once-successful man of his wit more than anything. Such men must cling to belief to have any hope of rising again where they have fallen. Whether Shen Hai was taking advantage of the situation, Wu Liang would surely be grateful for the reason to persist and continue fighting.
"Ferris, I've always admired your decisive style. Still so bold and straightforward. Glace Dog, our family's Tiger Roar Guard should stretch its legs as well." Glace Jam laughed heartily, then issued his command.
"Farming isn't as hard as you imagine. The reason it seems difficult is simply because no one has ever properly taught you. Consider: the same land, humans can farm it, elves can farm it—why can't orcs? Is it truly because orcs are innately dull?"
"What method? Go on, let's hear it." Hong Xianguo was somewhat skeptical; the whole city was flooded, and even the construction committee's experts were at a loss. What could Hong Jiao's so-called friend possibly offer?
Every day, they trained according to the cultivation techniques given by Zhuoyue, occasionally sparring with each other.
The booths on both sides of the first floor were arranged with a distinctive flair. Trees and hanging plants ingeniously separated the seats, so even neighboring tables could neither see nor overhear each other, skillfully safeguarding privacy and avoiding the awkward transparency of many wine-bar cafés.
Qin Zhen understood: these uncles wanted her to distance herself from the Crown Prince, at least as much as they knew he was destined to be deposed.
Su Jin frowned ever so slightly. She was, in truth, a lucky cat catching a dead mouse—holding onto hope, for her ancestor had suddenly appeared in her dreams and spoke these words. As a soul living her second life, Su Jin was somewhat inclined to believe, so she nodded in agreement.
Chestnut-brown hair a shade longer than most, striking brows, single-lidded eyes that held a unique and spirited charm, a high nose, alluring thin lips—when he tilted his mouth in a crooked smile, it was both mischievous and captivating.
"Su Jin!" Rong Qingtian shouted loudly, rushing over in a few steps, her delicate face twisted in fury.
Evil spirits do like the scent of humans, but according to Liu Chen's experience in his previous life surviving the apocalypse, he'd never heard of one fond of the smell of fuel.
There were more than twenty martial artists aboard the ship, most of them skilled in close combat and possessed of real battle experience—far beyond what typical newcomers could compare with.
After Wu Mian raised his breathing technique to a proficient level, his pronunciation became even more precise than Zhou Hui’s.