Chapter Ninety-Two: Twenty-Five-Year-Old Ouyang Broods

Just from climbing a mountain, and this lady is already so full of insight?

When they finally reached the mountaintop, eighteen-year-old Ouyang Junyan stared at Fang Zhiyin’s back for a long time.

Fang Zhiyin did not bother with him again, instead gazing deeply at the scenery spread out below the mountain.

So this was probably what the ancients meant by “at a single glance, all the other peaks seem small.”

Many of the scenes she had experienced during this period flashed through her mind; perseverance was just like climbing a mountain.

The road was rugged, and the climb itself was exhausting. There would be all kinds of problems along the way, even dizziness and vertigo, and it would be easy to want to give up... But so long as one kept going all the way to the end, and could stand atop the mountain to behold a better, more beautiful view, then everything would be worth it.

She wore a look of firm resolve, but Lian Haiping could still make out a trace of intense resentment in her eyes. That resentment had been born from her failure to win Lian Haiping’s true love, and had curdled into a deep, bone-chilling hatred.

By the next day, it was already two in the afternoon before Wei Renwu finally woke groggily and climbed out of bed.

“He’s a man of upright character. He used to be a police officer, too—a rare good person.” Kathleen shut the door and leaned against it.

It was no illusion. With two sweeping crosses, a tornado formed from rushing water had suddenly taken shape, then swelled in an instant, as if it had absorbed the power of the wind; a sky-darkening water tornado now towered all the way into the heavens.

Wei Renwu’s assistant was Yue Ming, and Professor Fang clearly remembered Wang Xuanmin saying that the employer’s name was Yue Ming.

Seeing Wang Xingxin pinned to the ground and screaming in agony, Liu Lao’er somehow found a burst of courage and strength from nowhere. He shoved the man holding Wang Xingxin away, helped Wang Xingxin up, and wiped the blood from his face with tears in his eyes.

At last realizing they had noticed him, He Qingchuan spoke again in a weak voice. Since his cultivation was one realm higher than Li Yang and the others, he naturally received special treatment from the black mist as well.

Song Fu looked at the few of them, whose faces were clearly uneasy. After tossing out those words, he stepped past them and left the side hall.

Cui Jun complained as he slowly unfurled the sheet of paper. The point of saying it that way was nothing more than to emphasize how difficult the job was, so the fee could be raised. But this case really was troublesome—no name, no identity, no information at all, and he was expected to find someone from nothing but a hand-drawn portrait. Wasn’t that pure wishful thinking?

Beside Whitebeard, a door in the air had already opened, and Vlad lounged lazily on the threshold with a faint, elusive smile on his face.

And he said he would charge this way at once, and even along the way he had punched a fire demon rat to death. As a result, ten fire demon rats now ringed the four of them.

The remark came out of nowhere, and neither A Ye nor Lu Fei had any idea what Lin Feng was trying to say.

“Alice, look at all the big names who came today—the heads of the major clans, even all the pillar ministers of the empire. What sort of person do you think could have such influence?” Mu Zifei asked as he stroked Alice’s silky hair.

Smack! He raised his hand and delivered a fierce slap, leaving Lu Tianfeng seeing stars. His body, hanging in midair, spun several times with the force before slowly coming to a stop, and blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth from Zhao Jingwen’s blow.

His gaze was incomparably resolute. The palm-leaf fan in his hand froze for an instant, veins bulging, while within those calm eyes, flames seemed to be rising.

“That cup of wine wasn’t just mixed with pig’s blood; it also had snake blood and the blood of our vampire clan in it! The whole point was to suppress your Taoist arts at the root.” After saying that, Thomas drove a punch toward me.

How could Li En stand by and watch his treasured sword be taken? In his panic, he let out an enraged roar and finally unleashed his power.

“A dignified master of the Grand Profundity, scared witless by a few words and too afraid to even lift a hand—what a damn disgrace,” Nan Feng said.

As for eating, that was for rest. For Lin Liang, only when he ate could he relax completely and, for a little while, forget the things pressing down on him, the burdens he carried.

Then Chen Xu’s handsome face flashed through his mind. Setting everything else aside, Chen Xu’s face really could be counted as the most beautiful he had ever seen.