One must exercise more often.

“It’s only a trinket, after all. If it’s broken, then it’s broken. Your grandmother did give it to me back then, but it really has been many years. Young ladies like you all prefer gemstones and diamonds these days. If there’s anything you like, let Ze Yu buy it for you. Just keep this one.”

Shang Mei held Qu Wan’s hand and spoke in a gentle voice.

Qu Wan stared at the bracelet on her wrist. If it had been in the past, she would never have cared for such a thing.

But now it meant something different. It was Jiang Zeyu’s mother giving it to her. Though she had said it so simply, calling it merely an object, if it had once been given by the grandmother to the mother, then it must surely be an heirloom.

Thinking of it that way, Qu Wan felt that what rested on her wrist was not a bracelet at all, but an heirloom. That made it far too precious.

Shang Mei looked toward Qu Wan.

With a lift of his hand, a dense mountain forest split neatly apart to either side as though it had grown legs of its own. He fixed his eyes on the woods ahead and strode forward.

The immortal seed touched the ground at once, bursting with fierce vitality and ravenously drawing in the rich spiritual energy of the Heavenly Mountains.

“In truth, the inspection in the direction of Meguro Setagaya has not yet been prepared,” Kita Jounosuke explained, though he still did not straighten up.

So once one has firmly chosen to trust, one must trust without conditions.

Silver radiance filled the surrounding space, making the world of whoever stood beneath it seem to contain only a crescent silver moon in the sky, dazzling and soul-stealing.

Li Yan watched the Turks charge once more beneath the city walls and began ordering Zhang Dazhu to move those iron blocks.

Ye Haoran froze. The way this sounded, it was as if the thing knew he had several plans of his own.

As soon as those words were spoken, the black-clad men all grew excited, a foul, lascivious gleam instantly filling their eyes.

“All right, you two go back first. I still have many matters to discuss with your junior brother alone,” Han Changjun said calmly.

An Huashi did not mind this at all. With his hands behind his back, he slowly rose into the air. Wherever his will reached, the Buddha’s light recoiled in full, and Kong Hai, so tightly bound to that light, gave a violent stagger all over, clearly deeply wary of An Huashi’s priestly lineage.

“Grandfather, I’m fine. Fortunately, the aunts helped me make so many clothes, and they fit just right!”

She was shifting the old man’s thoughts, while also not wanting this matter to come too close to him.

So at that time, almost as soon as he opened his eyes, he would keep eating all kinds of food. The more violently he vomited, the more frantically he ate. Whatever he threw up, he put back in even more. He chewed mechanically, only to force the food down.

Vivian leaned quietly against the corner of the wall. She had been knocked unconscious there by Aimo earlier, and she still had not woken. Looking at her serene face, Aimo nevertheless felt a wave of helplessness.

“You mean it might not be a demon beast outside?” Cai Zijing was somewhat surprised. If the martial realm expert outside was a human, then Ye Ziang would be in grave danger. So long as it was not people like Zhang Tianhou and Granny Su, they would never let Ye Ziang go.

Wei Dabao dispatched the rebels from Yangzhou to advance northward. They cut the canal, set fire to grain ships, and sometimes even the food itself was destroyed by fanatical believers. In battle, the White Lotus Sect possessed the same wildfire-like fighting spirit as, more than two centuries later, their descendants the Boxers.

After an hour of tense arrangements, the defensive position of the Palace of Benevolent Tranquility had taken initial shape. Centered on the palace, it formed three layers of defense from the inside out: sandbag firing positions, minefields, and trench-and-abatis positions.

Feng Qingcheng, dressed in men’s clothing, arrived at the most celebrated tavern in the capital of the Southern Liang Kingdom—the Fragrant Heaven Inn.

Blondi shrugged indifferently. “I’m heading back too.” Then she stood up, and the three substitutes beside her slowly rose as well. They left behind Blondi, not even offering a word as they departed.

Aimo shifted his gaze toward the direction of the Academy of Geniuses. Their captain was currently hidden beneath a black cloak, revealing not a single trace of his appearance, yet Aimo felt somehow familiar with him, though he could not say why.

Trait: Seven Charges and Seven Breaks. In battle, defense increases by two hundred percent, and attack power increases by one hundred percent.