Volume One, Chapter 46: The Building Collapses

Seeing how forthright Lu Haoran was, Su Tong felt delighted and said generously, “Show me the photos of those in your company with whom you’re close.”

Lu Haoran quickly pulled up the pictures on his phone.

Su Tong glanced through them, then pointed at a man with upturned eyes. “It’s him. He’s in an improper relationship with Ranran, orchestrated her encounter with you, and together they’re siphoning off your company’s assets.”

Of course, as the captain of the Sixth Division and the head of the mighty Kuchiki family, the foremost of the Four Great Noble Houses in the Soul Society, if one of their own committed a crime, it fell to the Kuchiki family to apprehend them personally.

Crimson blood immediately welled from the cut on the wrist, flowing precisely into the wide-mouthed kettle set open on the bedside table.

“I know far more about Selas than you do. Don’t forget, I’m the founder of the Sorcerers’ Guild. I command wizards from all over the world! If I wish to learn anything about the supernatural, there are plenty who would rush to tell me,” Tang Bai said calmly.

Han Feng dared not be careless; he hurriedly channeled his Dao Sense into the Star Chessboard. In the blink of an eye, the chessboard absorbed it all. His vision darkened, his body swayed, and he quickly summoned his demon sense to steady himself, barely avoiding collapse.

“I’m quite sure,” Tang Bai said, his eyes sweeping over Jonathan and Evelyn. Sensing the peculiar scrutiny in Tang Bai’s gaze, Evelyn’s delicate face flushed again, and she subtly nudged her right elbow backward.

The Azure Wave Swordmaster had clearly chosen the latter—humiliation and disgrace, his reputation in tatters. It was as though he had been cuckolded as well. If he let Xiao Cheng and Ning Qianxi go, wouldn’t that be too great a loss?

The boss of this smuggling ring was Yang Hongsen; they even did business with German raiders in the Indian and Pacific Oceans.

To ensure the flawless execution of this elaborate swap, the Southern Prince’s Manor truly cast its net far and wide—they considered every possibility, from high officials and nobles to underworld figures, leaving nothing to chance.

He would go home and rail against the Tang Army to his wife, claiming that every beast on the ground had slept with Tang’s mother, and the bastard offspring was none other than Tang Jun.

Lin Xiyan’s eyes still held a trace of anger, yet she sighed, reached up to rub her head, and spoke in a subdued tone.

“Your mother’s illness is grave; there’s no time to lose. If you wish to save her, you must heed my advice.”

Not far off, dust rose as Li Xiaoyi led a security team toward them. After escorting the people to safety, Li Xiaoyi hurried to find Qin Feng.

Lin Nai and Jiang Yu brushed the dust from the sofa in the living room, sat down, and waited quietly for Ji Tian.

As he spoke, Fang Hui unleashed the power of his domain, and in an instant, the mightiest warriors from the other three planes were slain.

“As expected, the Huahai Martial Alliance branch has already learned of your release from jail. They’ll come looking for you, no later than tomorrow,” Uncle Chen warned Yunkai.

Those attending the poetry gathering on the high platform all took their seats, while the commoners below sat on their own benches.

Lin Xiyan lowered her head in thought, but in the end, did not answer Xuanyuan Han’s question. If something as improbable as time travel could happen to her, what else in this world was impossible? Still, she would not reveal this to him.

A current seemed to shoot through his entire body, from the base of his spine up to his back, making him curl up ever so slightly.

A small boat drifted gently over, the boatman clad in a coarse gray robe and a bamboo hat, his features obscured in the mist and rain.

Wang Dao even found himself wondering: if Sun Qian or Zhang Fei were still in the game, just how many points would the Peach Garden team be leading by now? This match might already be a foregone conclusion and well into garbage time.