Chapter 83: Ye Feng’s Former Promise

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, the old Madam Su’s dragon-headed cane slipped from her hand and clattered loudly to the floor. Yet, she seemed entirely unaware, her vacant gaze fixed ahead as she sat motionless in her chair.

The resounding crash of the dragon-headed cane startled everyone present. All eyes instinctively turned toward Madam Su, who remained in a daze, lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the commotion around her. Beside her, Su Yi...

For the past week or two, Eiriri had been pouring her heart and soul into her work, desperate to create even better doujinshi, determined to prove to Eriri that she was every bit as talented as Utaha and would never lose to her.

Now, his spirits were soaring. The plan was foolproof, success was all but certain, and he was thoroughly satisfied with the outcome.

As for those online posts claiming that the Weile Group had amassed heavy troops, that the police had surrounded the airport, or that a massive army was bearing down—at most, some people had spotted police cars and helicopters entering the Fukan Airport. There weren’t even any on-the-scene photos.

A few days ago, Qin Tian claimed to be recuperating at home, but in reality, he was seizing every spare moment to gather and organize technical information.

The landscape was bleak beyond words. The parched ground was covered in pale yellow sand, with not a trace of life in sight. A blazing sun hung overhead, radiating unbearable heat; one felt that with a slight tug at their sleeves, the skin beneath would be seared dry—add a little cumin and salt, and it might just be fit for jerky.

“Yes, yes, I’m just a stinky pig’s foot. Your feet all smell sweet,” Lin Xiaofan said with a wry smile.

The Holy Son of the Sacred Church, face contorted in terror, could only hastily raise his arms and shield his chest with all his might.

When praised for Sword Art Online and RE:Zero, he would at most respond with modesty, since, in truth, he hadn’t really written those works himself.

I also suspect he may not be a true domain-level powerhouse. The thought surfaced in Su Ge’s mind and was relayed to the elder’s consciousness.

Su Ge didn’t particularly distrust Vivian, but he disliked feeling so helpless, as if his own memories had been tampered with. Why should everything be as Vivian said?

Whenever he found himself out of options, Zhang Qihang always managed to create a miracle. It had happened many times already, but each time, Liu Haichao was filled with excitement and anticipation.

“So my second sister knows about this too?” Feixue thought of Douya, locked in prison, and turned to Shui Mei for confirmation.

Bang! The car door clicked softly shut. Tian Tian stood by, blankly staring at the departing motorcade of the chief and Ning Jianguo, clutching the business card in her hand. Her heart still echoed with the thundering excitement of having met such important people, yet her mind was filled with countless questions.

Though he couldn’t go back on his word, Li Mingfeng reasoned that if he could find other means of extracting a little silver, it wouldn’t really be reneging. His calculations began anew.

As for the other supporting characters, Zhang Qihang had met them all, but with so many unfamiliar faces, he couldn’t remember their names or what films they’d acted in before.

Glancing around, I saw nothing amiss. I walked over to the nearby newsstand, bought a magazine, and leaned casually against the railing, reading as I let a thread of faint spiritual power slip unnoticed along the rail. It gradually seeped into the greenbelt dividing the sidewalk from the road, connecting with the breath and pulse of the plants growing there.

If this were the mainland and the Jiang family wielded such immense power, they could have easily seized Zhang Qihang’s fans without a second thought.

Dealing with these matters took three days. Not only was the military work completed, but all other preparations were set. With a single command from Zhao Kuo, the troops could march north at once, heading for the northern foothills of the Taihang Mountains, home to the Linhu people.

“What sort of change has this advancement brought to my strength?” Weisuo immediately began communicating with his invaluable companion, the Heart-Eater Worm—essential for travel, survival, and the occasional act of murder or robbery.

“Mei’er, come back! Let me see who dares do anything to you!” Rong Mofeng’s steady voice gave Shui Mei a sense of reassurance.