"Ah, I never thought I'd see the day I came back."
A few days later, Kisuke Urahara, dressed as a shopkeeper, stood in the captains' assembly hall, looking at the group of "old acquaintances" led by Genryusai Yamamoto.
Calling them old acquaintances was a bit of a stretch.
In truth, it had not been long since the few of them had been driven away by Aizen.
To Soul Reapers, that amount of time was like taking a stroll outside.
Regarding what had happened in the Soul Society, Kisuke Urahara... "Right, how could I forget? You haven't met my big brother yet. Some other day, I'll take you to meet him. He's charming and distinguished, and he'll definitely put Ji Mingxuan to shame," Li Jiayan said confidently.
How could the man in black have known that the visitor was Bai Mutting, their young master? It was only because White Dumpling had tipped him off and sent word in advance.
In the shower room, icy water ran down his body. Mo Zixuan braced himself against the wall and stared at every pattern in the tiles.
Liang Jiaoxu noticed that there seemed to be a light in Brother Jia's eyes. Usually, he could only teach himself and secretly listen in on others' classes. Sometimes, people even mocked him for it.
A fifteen-month salary meant that although you worked twelve months a year, you were paid for fifteen months, which was essentially a disguised bonus.
"One hundred and fifty million!" Wang Cheng was the first to raise his paddle, directly increasing the bid by twenty million and showing his determination.
"Your Highness, since Mr. Ji's method won't work, shouldn't we use another way to win Gu Yefeng over?" said one of the middle-aged men in gray robes.
Xu Feng spoke casually as he walked