Chapter 60 Indifference

The rain showed no sign of stopping at all. Zhou Yuheng could not offer An Min any real comfort; the only thing he could guarantee was her safety.

Zhou Yuheng dropped An Min off at the Zhou family estate. Along the way, he had called Zhou Yunge, so Zhou Yunge was waiting at the entrance.

Zhou Yuheng and An Min got out of the car together.

"Thank you."

An Min expressed her...

Ji Cheng looked somewhat regretful. He should not have backed down in the first place; had he joined forces with Qin Feng in the grand examination, would he not have had a massive tree to lean on for shade? Now it was too late to say anything.

Sure enough, the carefree Prince ascended to the third floor, a place where outsiders were normally not permitted, and walking past the outer chamber of the main room, he heard Shui Furong's startled gasp.

Blue Rain was startled by Lu Shaofeng's sudden reprimand, only then realizing that she had zoned out. This was a rare loss of composure for him since joining the military, and she had no idea what had come over her.

Yue Caiwei nodded. Did she even need to ask? Wasn't it completely obvious? She was simply opposing you precisely because you valued me so highly.

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the air, and excitement lit up many faces. Having received confirmation from Gu Song, their dream had finally become a reality.

"Grandfather, you should go home. Mom and Dad have already returned, and they are both very worried about you." An Bai gazed unwaveringly at Elder An.

Just at that moment, a deafening roar pierced their eardrums. The rock wall that had just been blocked by the serpents suddenly collapsed from a lack of support, revealing a cavern within.

According to her logic, she was not intentionally making things difficult for others; rather, she was asking the question as a matter of course.

"Don't—" In her panic, Shui Furong hastily reached out to cover his large hand, a feeling of having to bow one's head under low eaves washing over her heart.

Ji Yun's blood boiled with boundless fighting spirit, surging to a level well beyond his usual self.

When he had first laid the bricks, he had been subjected to all sorts of ambiguous, lingering looks of disdain. Yet over these past few days, the reckless fellow had been running about outside with his men every day, only to fall straight into a deep sleep the moment he returned, causing those undercurrents to subside as well.

Li Jingshu glared at Li Suning's expression, itching to give her a beating, but remembering Zijin's words, she forcefully suppressed the urge. Still, she offered a response, though it was somewhat lacking in etiquette.

Suddenly, Ye Liangchen unleashed his footwork, transforming into a beam of light as he charged forward. His massive fist struck with such force that the space trembled, producing the sound of clashing gold and iron.

Master Jingmi's hideout had been locked down tightly by trusted aides sent by Ye Mingxuan. Since they wanted to follow the vine to unearth the melon, they could not afford to be impatient. Zijin understood this reasoning as well; having waited for so many years, she was not about to rush it now.

Artoria had initially seemed lost in thought, but hearing Su Junyan's voice, she snapped back to reality. She reluctantly raised her glass, clinking it against those of Su Junyan and Griffith, yet she did not drink.

"Then leave this matter in our hands. We guarantee to handle it splendidly for you, and we will certainly not disgrace Qu Lingyue." Fei Yan patted her chest in assurance.

"Lord Ye, please forgive my lack of decorum; I am unable to stand and greet you properly." Zhaoyang's gaze lingered on Ye Zhen for a moment before shifting coldly to Ye Yiqing.

The Palace Master of the Lingyao Palace abruptly sat upright, her single hand gently sweeping a wide sleeve across the air above the pink peach blossom branch displayed before her. A strange, exotic fragrance suddenly drifted into Zijin's senses.

There were numerous hot spring outlets in the Bai family valley; the water temperature at some of them was high enough to hard-boil an egg instantly. The few wooden cabins situated near the springs remained warm even in the dead of winter.

"Yesterday during the competition, you won first place in the high-altitude racing cars," Zhuo Wei introduced from the side.

As soon as Zhang Nianzu finished speaking, someone grew uneasy—the triangular-eyed man shifted his toes restlessly like a bathroom scale, seemingly searching for the best angle to flee. Knowing that negotiations had concluded, Bian Shijie directly disconnected.

The deceased's stomach contents were empty, and she had engaged in forbidden liaisons shortly before her death. Whether it was voluntary or involuntary still required further investigation.