Chapter 128: Expectations Are High

“All right, let’s do it that way. When will it be ready?” Jiang Butong asked.

“As soon as I start work tomorrow, I’ll have someone clean it up for you first. You can bring the goods in tomorrow and then sign the contract when you have time,” Luo Haibo replied.

“No problem,” Jiang Butong said.

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“I’m telling you, Huzi... I didn’t see you perform that well in physical training... How is it that you climb a thousand stairs without even panting?” Yu Lanyu gasped, catching up.

Inside the alchemy chamber, Xu Tianruo performed several incantations, activating a formation that revealed a circular opening about a person’s height on one side. Through the opening, Wu Jilin, wearing a black mask and draped in a black cloak, entered the chamber.

Mu Qingcheng felt uneasy. She could not let her reputation weigh her down; forcing him to marry her was not her intention.

She wore a bright red dress, revealing large swathes of delicate, snow-white skin that made it hard to look away.

After much consideration, Yu Wangfei decided she still needed to visit the Ninth Prince’s mansion to inquire when Chu Yuheng would return.

Ye Qing calmly practiced the transformed Green Lotus Breathing Technique, while also hastening to refine the medicinal power of the Sanyuan Pill, recovering through dual methods.

Upon hearing this, the man sitting in front of the computer immediately looked up with delight. He hadn’t expected this assistant coach, who appeared out of nowhere, to be somewhat useful.

“If you’re not pregnant, then you’re not. Sister, why did you lie to us?” Yu Qiaoqiao smiled as she walked opposite Yu Wangfei, watching her with the expression of someone enjoying a show.

“Coroner Mu, if there is anything you need us to do, please do not hesitate to instruct!” Captain Jiang cupped his fists respectfully, both following orders from above and out of gratitude.

Xu Tianruo and Bai Xusheng were still inside the wooden hut, detecting the presence of over a dozen enlightened warriors. They continuously used their spiritual senses to investigate; one slip could alert the warriors inside.

A Jiu took out the black lotus flower. As soon as he tossed it out, the murderous aura surged wildly toward the lotus. He placed all ten Corpse-Dissolving Pills on the black lotus.

The commander had a habit of morning runs. As his nanny, it was best to follow him, time the young master, and measure the round-trip distance. The run would end precisely after fifty minutes.

He circled around from the other side and happened to see the jade pendant. It gleamed crystal-clear, definitely not an ordinary item. But in these times, it held little value. If he met a customer, it might be worth a pound of rice at most. Well, a pound of rice was better than nothing.

The atmosphere inside the Lingying Hall grew even more tense and solemn. The Lord of the Xuanling Sect, Mo Zhengzhu, holding an ironwood staff as he cast a spell, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Meanwhile, Mo Zhenglin, a Confucian master marked by a scar on his face, and the sect leader of Xuanling, both showed a trace of astonishment as they observed the unfolding scene.

Suddenly, the hot tea on the table was slammed to the floor, splashing scalding liquid onto the black-clad man’s shoes.

“Since you don’t want it, I’ll leave first!” Zhang San disappeared in a flash before receiving a reply.

No matter how slowly she walked, Feng Xue still reached Junxi. She reached out, intending to touch Junxi’s face, but withdrew her hand.

Weng Rui returned the salute and wiped the sweat from his brow. The fight hadn’t lasted long and wasn’t too perilous, but he felt more exhausted than after a battle with Canaan. Had he not cleverly changed tactics, he would likely have been the first to collapse.

Feng Xue glanced at the chopsticks, unsure what expression to make, so she remained expressionless.

Her defense of Mo Buling was unwavering, and when speaking of Mo Buling, her eyes shone with tender admiration, dazzling those around her with their brilliance.