Watching the Ceremony

On the mountainside, Chen Shipu leaned out from behind a large boulder at a bend in the mountain path and watched for a long while. From where he stood, he could see Zhou Tong not far ahead, and when he looked up, he could also glimpse a corner of the upturned eaves of Jiangyue Pavilion atop the mountain.

Heavenly Ladder Mountain was neither large nor tall, so everything was clearly visible. He watched the Han brothers, Zhang Xiaojin, Bo Buping, Tiger-Head Flood Dragon, Li Wuzhen, Xiao Huanhun, Ding Mao, Lord and Lady Xingde, Liu Daoran and his wife, Wan Jianxin, and the others head up, alone or in twos and threes.

So his family began introducing him to potential partners. There were plenty of young and promising people, social elites, and quite a few who had started their own businesses, but Jiang Xinyi was rather resistant to blind dates.

Before he could say what came next, he saw Qin Shu pull something from his person.

But now, Su Chen's boundless sense of guilt was like a mountain pressing down on him, crushing the breath from his lungs.

Seeing Qin Shu put it that way, Comrade Liu could not say much more and could only agree. After all, they were in the meeting room, not somewhere else, so nothing would happen.

Yunze stared blankly at his own hand. He was already at the middle stage of Spirit King; his full-force strike should not have been this useless... right?

Afterward, Shu Yang linked arms with Xu Xinmei. Lu Jingshen followed behind them, and the three left the teahouse together.

Perhaps because they had not carried out the last mission together, Chen Ming had other thoughts in his heart.

Irritably biting the cigarette between his lips, he was about to light his third