Chapter 57: Reunion

"Jiang Yan, I have been looking for you for so long."
Jiang Yan coaxed Shen Qingyao, "I know, Yaoyao is amazing and has helped many people."
"I looked forward to seeing you so many times, but you only appeared this once when I wasn't expecting you."
"Jiang Yan, I hate you."
Shen Qingyao wiped her large, bean-sized tears onto Jiang Yan's clothes.
Jiang Yan chuckled softly, "It's fine, as long as I like Yaoyao."
Hearing that Jiang Yan still had the mood...
That person seemed like a towering mountain, his aura heavy and formidable. His appearance immediately made the atmosphere here much more oppressive.
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month was the time to make offerings to the Kitchen God. This was the first New Year after Xiao Yue and Yang Changfa separated their households, and both of them were looking forward to it. It was their family's first time offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God on this day, so they had to take it very seriously to ensure the Kitchen God would securely settle down in their home.
It was hard to decline such kindness, so Yue-tang and I had to pull up our clothes to cover our legs. Fang Heng's overcoat was very thick, and before long, Yue-tang and I were warm. Yet Fang Heng sat on the stool by himself, hugging his shoulders and shivering. He cared about his pride and feared that Yue-tang and I would feel embarrassed, so he desperately tried to endure his trembling body.
The moment Zesi saw the old man, he already knew his purpose for coming here. Although he and the Knights of the Holy Capital had been separated for hundreds of years, their hearts remained tightly bound together as if they had never been apart at all.
Aline watched the fire dragon drawing closer and closer from behind. Realizing what it was, she also unleashed a massive ball of fierce flames toward it. The two forces collided, erupting into a powerful shockwave that sent the seeds on the surrounding fiery Qilin trees rattling down to the ground in a flurry.
"Hehe, because that fellow happened to appear in Qinghu City recently. No doubt he rushed over to assist because a major battle is about to break out here," Qian Ya explained.
Seeing Wang Nuo fall into deep thought once more, most of the people in the conference room had their hearts in their throats. Liquidating positions now and admitting to losses was actually one way out. After all, they had earned enough in the early stages, and there would still be opportunities later to arbitrage through technical methods; with over a hundred million, they could always make a profit.
"The person just now was right. The antidote to the Soul-Breaking Powder is in this bowl of Nine-Precious Eight-Treasure Soup. Drink it up and leave this city immediately; this place is no place to linger." Regardless of how shocked Jin Shanba Sheng felt in his heart, after saying this, Xia Mu's figure flickered and appeared high above this restaurant, closing his eyes to wait quietly.
Of course, Yang Lan'er could still understand. In her past life in the immortal realm, she had indeed researched this topic.
However, Xia Bai did not want to casually pledge allegiance to a sect, and since he wasn't the fat worm in their bellies, how could he possibly know what the gatekeeper was thinking?
This clap of thunder was so close that all the servants in the Hanshuang Palace were startled awake! Upon seeing the ancient tree split right down the middle and burning fiercely, they let out shrieks of terror.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Nearby, Madam He spat out the congee she had just put into her mouth. To think he could come up with such an idea—認ing a servant as a father! Driven by propriety, she forcefully swallowed it, resulting in the whole mouthful sliding down her windpipe, choking her until real tears flowed.
Shen Bingrao looked at Qin Che at this moment. Having gone through severe tribulations, he had shed his previous profligate airs, losing a bit of his former brightness and cheerfulness. In their place was a refined and gentle composure born from deep experience, giving people an even more comfortable feeling.
Mu Xiaoxiao ran into the kitchen and started a fire to cook. The fish from yesterday had not been finished yet, and she wondered what the fox wanted to eat.
She rarely used brightly colored ornaments. That jade ring, hand-carved from top-grade Feng-huan Qilin jade, was dazzling and eye-catching with its rich, bright red hue. Probably only the young man before her could suppress its spontaneously emitted sharpness.
Actually, he also felt that the First Prince's request was somewhat excessive, and he had been thinking that if Shen Bingrao truly refused, they should simply drop the matter.
Some people said there should be a re-vote, that they could choose once again. Others said there should be no re-vote, arguing that those who originally supported Chu Yuntian had already exercised their right to vote and could not be given a second chance.