Chapter Sixty-Two: Chen Chen's Sudden Confession

After leaving Le X, Situ Wenbin happily invited Fang Zhiyin to have dinner with him. Fang Zhiyin was worried about Ouyang Junyan and said they could eat together next time.

“Are you afraid Mr. Ouyang might misunderstand?” Situ Wenbin assumed with certainty. “He can join us for dinner, my treat.”

Didn’t you just treat us last time? Fang Zhiyin forced a polite smile. “Really, it’s fine. I just have something to take care of.”

“Alright then.” Situ Wenbin didn’t insist. “Shall I give you a ride?”

“Alright.” Unable to refuse, she could only agree to let him take her to the publishing company.

Seeing their boss returning to the office so late, her colleagues erupted in cheers.

“Retreat…” The man looked at Chen Jingyuan in astonishment. Only when Chen Jingyuan nodded did he send out a command talisman to inform Zi Qingyan, who was leading the army.

Arnold’s ambition was boundless. He wanted to carry out his coup without any of the people of Grimsby knowing. After Hunterston launched the all-out assault, he would lead his men to the palace under the guise of rescuing the royal family, ostensibly to protect them, but in truth, to eliminate them all.

And so, in this long silence, he was left to regret his past actions. Luo Zifeng, seeing his look of utter despair, gave him a slap with his tail.

Their nascent souls had only just emerged from their bodies, not even enough time to utter a vengeful threat or attempt escape, before Ye Sheng waved a hand and drew them in.

“Hahaha! Give it up! This fireball contains the combined mystical energy of the three of us. Just wait to be consumed by it and perish in flames!” the man in white sneered.

He was the most capable among the princes in handling tasks, repeatedly praised by the old master himself.

Though Chen Jingyuan was within the Iron Origin Tribe’s territory, he kept a low profile and rarely interacted with their people.

Normally, for fighters with no reputation, without club support or event organizers backing them, after taxes and the club’s cut, a match might barely earn them a few thousand yuan.

The attack wasn’t over; the quagmire turned into a whirlpool, sinking ever deeper toward the center. The powerful suction gripped Moluo Tian’s legs, preventing escape. If swallowed by the vortex, certain death awaited.

Chen Jingyuan took a moment before sitting cross-legged to recover with a medicinal pill. He had no time to complain about the Black Wind Demon Emperor. In a world where the strong preyed upon the weak and strength was everything, he was simply glad to have survived—there was still hope.

As Chen Xuan suspected, the man was indeed the one who had killed the three martial masters. At this moment, he hovered atop a giant eagle above Chen Xuan, showing no intention of leaving.

Once Yang Changfa had finished roasting by the charcoal brazier, Xiao Yue had him go inside to change clothes, then sat by the brazier to eat noodles.

Senior students had long since learned the rules; only the first-time participants remained confused.

Kang Meiling left, and after a while Director Wang arrived. He’d had a few drinks and, feeling restless from the excitement, came over to Tian Chuan’s room to chat.

As soon as the words fell, the remaining dozen or so people scattered, fleeing in several directions.

“Miss Li! Miss Li!” Wei Changfeng hurried after, seeing Li Qianyue already near her own tent. Not daring to call out loudly in the camp, he simply hurried after her, only to see her enter her tent, the flap swinging back and forth.

Wangui Mountain was known as Ghost Mountain among the Yuning people, for those who emerged from its depths often came out mad or witless, muttering to themselves about ghosts in the mountains, warning others not to enter.

Clang! With a swift move, Xiao Jian caught a flying branch in his hand. Fierce flames surged from his palm, racing along the branch and swiftly engulfing the trunk. The flames of a martial artist were many times hotter than ordinary fire; any branch would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

The madman understood the meaning well enough. The dagger was driven deep into the grass beside Lin Haotian.