Chapter 41: Why did you buy so much? Well, I wanted to.

The sky was dim. Wen Ling woke from her dream to find the space beside her empty.

She frowned, propping herself up into a sitting position, only to see Zhou Yinhe sitting in the same spot as before, his head bowed under the same dim, amber light.

"What? Do you regret it again?" She could not help but let a sarcastic edge creep into her tone.

Zhou Yinhe jerked his head up, his lips pressed tight, and he replied with a hint of grievance: "Do you regret it?"

Wen Ling pulled the quilt up to her chest and said coldly, "No."

Zhou Nan also fell into deep thought. He realized he needed to redefine his public image; if he continued like this, his position would become precarious.

Rising from the fields and serving in the military, he had lived his entire life guided by loyalty to his sovereign and love for his country. Whether serving the Yue or the Qing, he acted with this same sincere heart, hoping to prove his worth.

In truth, he had pushed Li Wei to pursue Chen Yuhan only because he wanted to leave his son with the advantage of proximity before he died. Now that he had recovered from his illness and his son had made something of himself, there was naturally no need for him to orchestrate such major life decisions.

Since the two were not destined to be together, it was surely the best ending for them to have no further connection, Xiao Yi reasoned.

Coming over was not a problem, but this place was too far from Li Wei. One could never be too careful, and since he had not yet been discovered and there was plenty of time, there was no need to rush or take risks. He could wait for the perfect moment.

Su Lingxi had been on leave for at least half of the previous semester; no matter how clever she was, her grades could only ever reach the middle of the pack at best.

The three of them stared at the tomb-guarding dragon corpse that had suddenly appeared, their eyes filled with intense vigilance.

He was no match for that great demon now. Furthermore, fearing that his acquisition of the Fusheng Decree would be exposed, he simply used a disguise to mask his aura before fleeing Kunlun.

Xu Miao looked at Ding Yunhe, not doubting his sincerity for a moment. After all, with that "Fifth Master" acting as a shield—though she still had no idea who this mysterious figure was—she did not mind selling dog meat under a sheep's head as long as it brought her some benefit.

Li An felt the powerful aura approaching from behind and knew the army had been resurrected and was marching his way. With little time left, he turned his focus to studying the pyramid before him.

Flashes of painful memories crossed her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut in agony, her long, butterfly-like lashes trembling uncontrollably.

His tone was cold, even distant, not at all like a father questioning his son. It sounded like a heartless, cold-blooded superior interrogating a subordinate.

On the television, Jiang Yu looked handsome and composed, making Tang Xu appear particularly inadequate. Anyone who watched this debate would surely choose Jiang Yu without a second thought.

"That won't do. We’ve been running our stalls together, after all; we’re acquaintances, we’re friends," the boy insisted incessantly.

"Alright, enough with the flattery, get down there and get it done!" Qu Tianling waved his hand in exasperation.

"Manager Nan is back." Steward Li limped forward, giving him a brief preview of what had happened that day.

Being a little mischievous every now and then was quite enjoyable. The doctor’s reaction confirmed his suspicions: they were studying his regenerative abilities.

The older the ginger, the spicier it gets. Grandmother Jiang squinted as she sized up Nan Qiyue’s frame, then carefully observed her features, and suddenly, everything became clear.

Just as Luo Shuihan had once used the Gate of the Underworld to absorb life and power, he was now being consumed by that very same force.

"In that case, I shall rest for half an hour." Having said this, she sat down where she was, took a few medicinal pills, and closed her eyes to conserve her energy.

She had already warned everyone present. As for whether they chose to listen, that was their business; what did it have to do with her?

The Six-Winged Mosquito Demon let out a painful groan. After about three breaths, its clarity returned, and upon seeing Xiyang, it flew toward her with great affection.