The harsh words had been spoken, and the chests had been thrown out. In particular, items worth thousands of spirit stones spilled from the chests, whose lids had never been shut tight, immediately drawing gasps from the onlookers.
A group from Tan Family Manor hurried forward to pack up the chests. Once they had finished, they were about to load them onto the carts and leave when Liu Xiaolou called them to a halt again. Liang Ren'an had sent him a Sound Transmission, telling him to do it once more.
"Sorry, Sect Master Liu. An important witness from the Qianshan Sect has just arrived. They were a step too late and didn't see it, so it would be best to do it again."
"There's no need for a hundred years. Give me only ten, and you definitely won't be my match!" Lin Tian's voice brimmed with confidence, even creating the illusion that Bai Shengtian had always been inferior to him.
"You're unwilling? Fine. You lot, beat him up." Ling Jiacheng turned his head and said.
"Trust that I'll protect you?! Trust that Liang Wennuan won't sway me?!" Xie Jingqiu's questioning words carried a smile.
Many times, she rose in the night and stood still before the inner room's door, watching his silhouette beneath the lamp. She desperately wanted to go out and wrap her arms tightly around him from behind, telling him he did not need to work so hard anymore. Yet she knew that no matter how much she tried to persuade him, he would not listen. Because he had tucked loving her into his heart and kneaded it into his flesh and bones; their lives and deaths depended on one another.
Mu Ze did not even look at him. He merely said softly to Qingge in his arms,