073 Shy

Gu Siyuan looked at her in frustration. "Couldn't you have stopped her, even just a little?"

"I couldn't manage it. Sister Shihuan isn't someone I can simply hold back," she replied.

Gu Siyuan deflated, sitting cross-legged beside the coffee table. Helplessly, he said, "True. Other than my parents, who else can get through to her?"

Qu Wan also sat down, settling opposite him. "Uncle and Aunt treat her so well, so it's only right that Sister Shihuan is devoted to them."

"No, she knows everything, she's clear about everything—she's never once considered herself a member of the Gu family."

Qu Wan was familiar with the matters in Gu Siyuan's household; their relationship was close enough for such knowledge.

"Forget it, let's not dwell on those things. Hurry up—"

Li Yingying was also attacking with all her might. Though it was our first time working together, our coordination was unexpectedly flawless.

In the end, Mingjing closed the door in silence, watching Minglou, Mingcheng, and Mingtai sitting on the stairs one by one, quiet and afraid to speak.

"Gambling—he's quite skilled in that regard, but against you, big brother, it seems he stands no chance," Mingcheng said with a slight smile.

Qi Xuanyi stood suspended in the void, listening to Elder Ge's introduction, entering the largest martial arena within the inner courtyard.

"Alright, alright, what's the matter? Speak," Long Da said, shaking his head. Only a few days had passed, and this old friend already found himself at odds with him?

Black Wednesday made the front page of today's Shanghai Daily. Liang Zhongchun vowed to handle the matter, to make the opposing side pay the price. Mingfan silently read the newspaper—The Dead Man Plan... was drawing ever closer. Would something else happen next, catching him unprepared?

Bai Youyuan stepped onto the arena, one of the Seven Masters of Ten Thousand Years. How could he be intimidated by Motian? If he dared not accept the challenge, his Dao heart would falter, his cultivation would stall before the Immortal Domain, and he would never advance.

"Four stone steles." Everyone could see them clearly, just ten yards ahead. Yet while the steles were visible, the inscriptions on their surfaces remained elusive. The compressed space warped their vision, making it difficult to discern.

The two hadn't eaten lunch, and by three in the afternoon, they left the palace to dine at Brick Lane, indulging in Indian cuisine. Roast spring chicken, Indian curry—everything ordered was delicious yet fiercely spicy, leaving them sweating profusely and guzzling iced fruit juice to quell the heat.

"I hope the delivery van comes soon—I'm starving," Ron said, clutching his stomach and dropping down beside Harry.

Qu and Tu, after hearing Platinum Crow’s persuasion, stopped crying, supporting each other as they sat on the bench.

Yesterday, after Shi Xiangyun and Jia Baoyu had a commotion, the Shi family happened to send a servant to fetch her that afternoon.

Later, whenever Lin Chu passed that shop, he would go out of his way to avoid it, afraid the owner might catch him. The saying 'a thief is always nervous' rang true.

Though it was a wooden sword, when it danced in the void, it carried a chill sharper than steel.

As for Qidian, after leaving Su Family Village, he followed the main road toward the capital. After walking several miles, sure that Su Xianmo could no longer see him, he took advantage of the night, soared into the air, and headed straight for Great Yue City. Before long, he reached the imperial palace, making his way directly to the Cold Palace.

Lin Chu and Yan Xiao were both slender, weighing around one hundred and twenty pounds, while Lin Fugui was quite fat at two hundred and sixty pounds. It was hard to imagine they were three brothers. Lin Fugui’s family conditions were more difficult, yet he managed to weigh so much.

No matter how much they tried to bribe the puppet master before, he never accepted, muttering about fate and karma—words they could hardly understand.

Hiding behind the courtyard gate, Jia Huan peeked inside. Baoyu’s expression was one of utter terror, and Jia Huan nearly burst out laughing, barely managing to cover his mouth. Yet he felt a hint of regret, knowing that even if his father, Jia Zheng, threatened to beat Baoyu to death and spoke harshly, this was the old matriarch’s courtyard, and she would never allow him to lay a hand on her grandson.

No one knew how long he flew; by the latter half of the night, Jiang Chang'an finally stumbled, half-awake, into an empty cave.

As a nomadic people, the Khitans’ greatest strength lay in their cavalry-based armies, swift as the wind and highly mobile. Even in defeat, their forces could retreat quickly, ensuring their core was never lost.