Chapter 31: The Child Who Fell from the Sky

Ji Han felt as if he were truly about to explode with rage. What surprised him most was that this whole affair had actually brought his parents and Miaoke closer together. Usually, his mother never gave Miaoke a pleasant look, but that day, surrounded by his collection of unflattering photos, his mother was actually chatting with her in a calm and friendly manner. The content of their conversation, however, was something he preferred not to hear, as his mother also wanted copies of those ugly photos and was even asking Miaoke to keep taking more in the future.

Those who had finished their drinks left first, while the remaining few strolled slowly along the street, heading out of the pedestrian zone to hail a cab.

Yun Xinyan began to worry, thinking that cooking was truly a technical skill. It seemed she would need to practice more in the future; she couldn't imagine how Ye Tian managed to make things taste so delicious.

However, even if they arrived now, it would be pointless, as the jade had already been sold. It was fortunate that it had been sold, otherwise, it would have been a waste on them. Liu Sanpang curled his lip, his impression of his father being none too good.

All his strength was poured into the black blade, which became suffused with dark energy, as did Tian Shisan. As Chu Feng’s blade of law descended, the Emperor of Four Forests had nowhere to hide; he was pulverized on the spot, dead beyond any hope of resurrection.

Wild Bear also knew that there were no such things as ghosts in this world; it was merely the work of a master.

As the sect leader of the Heavenly Gate, Dai Chong was well aware of the past actions of former inner disciple Sima Feng. That man, relying on his life-bound weapon, the Jade Flute, was capable of turning others into puppets to be driven at his whim.

This meant that his attacks dealt no damage to the Heavenly Dog’s soul, while the Heavenly Dog’s soul could inflict irreparable harm upon his own.

Su Ziyan said with a beaming smile, "President Yang, please calm your impatience. If I cannot outperform Hua Yao, I would have no face to remain here, let alone demand the best treatment."

Now that everyone had found their own path, they were scattered to the four corners of the world. As time rushed by, it felt as though all of that had grown distant, fading into the most hidden memory of the heart.

"That is not the case at all," Zhao Zhengce said hastily. This was something that absolutely could not be admitted; even if one truly had grievances, they had to be kept buried deep inside, never allowed to surface.

The two head chefs had already arrived at the Han residence and begun preparing for tomorrow's feast, as many dishes required advance processing today.

The predecessor of Qixiang Group had been started with an investment of only two hundred thousand yuan, yet now Xie Tianhua was carrying two million. Zhao Zhengce did not believe that Xie Tianhua couldn't manage to set up a computer manufacturing plant.

Zhao Zhengce broke into a cold sweat; during that week in Moscow, he had surrendered all his "public grain" to the insatiable Madame Jin.

"You want to be a whore and still want a memorial arch built for your chastity? There is no such bargain in this world!" Yuan Hong looked at the half-dead Dragon King, who was still restrained by the Queen Mother of the West’s magic.

"Shelley? How did you get here?" Drying the water droplets from his face with a snow-white towel, Xiao Han entered the living room and smiled at Shelley.

"And who are you supposed to be? Get lost, old man!" The fair-skinned man struggled, but he was no match for Tan Zhen’s immense strength. Once gripped by the wrist, half his body went numb.

The most severely wounded was the Confucian saint, Kong Xuan, who had been forced by Jie Yin to burn his magic power. His twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls were scattered, and the merit and fortune accumulated by the Confucian sect over thousands of years vanished like a mirage. It was feared he would need a thousand years of bitter seclusion to recover, and the Confucian sect would be deeply affected as a result.

Furthermore, Zhu Rong had said he would end things by the tenth strike. Xiao Nong would not let him die, so he would surely unleash a tremendously powerful attack on this final blow.

Although the world was still shaking, and he could not even keep his balance while kneeling, the youth stubbornly shook his head, forcing himself to try and return to the private room. Even if, by going back, he were truly destined to drown in a wine glass.