Chapter 44: Reunion with Kinsfolk

Once those attendants and the so-called title of princess were cast aside, the journey ahead became much smoother.

Yet, traveling was arduous, and they often had to sleep out in the open wilderness.

"Brother Su, there is something I have always wanted to ask."

Watching Su Yanqing, who had rolled up his sleeves by the river to catch fish, Jiang Zhuo spoke up.

"My father is a staunch promoter of the New Policies, whereas the Su family seemingly aligned with the Old Faction. Why do the Su and Jiang families remain on such good terms?"

"Previously, my father did indeed—"

As it turned out, over the years, in order to fend off Yan Liang's campaigns, Liu Bei had also been closely monitoring every move of the Chu army.

By using low-tier materials refined into specific shapes, and then employing a talisman-crafting method to seal spiritual energy within them according to certain patterns, one could obtain a low-tier talisman beast.

The flying speed of a tier-four demonic avian was already quite astonishing, and a tier-five demonic avian was even on par with the attack speed of a cultivator's magical treasure. Therefore, landing an attack on these high-tier demonic avian creatures was extremely difficult.

Hardly had his troops arrived when, looking out as far as the eye could see, he spotted hundreds of panicked Persian soldiers fleeing in disarray from the city.

Tang Tiande was deeply shaken. Although he could be considered someone who had long held a high position and had recently founded a state to proclaim himself king, deep down he still retained a certain dread toward the descendants of the dragon. Moreover, the Qingzhou army's recent defeat made Elder Tang feel somewhat submissive and deferential in front of Zhu Zhantan, whether consciously or unconsciously.

"Your vassal also constantly thinks of Your Majesty, and only hates that he has been unable to share Your Majesty's burdens. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me," Zhang Fei said with a look of shame.

Yue Sha's countenance also sank, her face displaying a mixture of shock and anger. One must know that she had just made solemn and stirring claims that if the people of Chu dared to return, she would deal with them. Scarcely had these words fallen when they came back and slaughtered their way here once more. If this wasn't a direct slap to her face, what else could it be?

Upon hearing these words, Fatty Tian, who had been sitting listlessly at the banquet, finally raised his head. Those narrowed eyes of his parted like a torn steamed bun, and his gaze slowly oozed forth like black sweet bean paste filling—gloomy and sharp to the extreme.

The death of a prominent figure is different; the duration for which human mourning and remembrance endure seems to be directly proportional to the weight of the deceased's identity and status.

More than a dozen arrow towers that had not yet been fully constructed were struck squarely during the first round of artillery bombardment from Moon-Seizing City, collapsing with a deafening crash.

Through the overlapping figures, Shen Ci caught a glimpse of Zhu Jianlian through a narrow gap. He was dressed in a solemn, deep-purple ceremonial robe, his hair gathered up with an immaculate, flawless jade crown, naturally exuding a youthful, soaring heroism amidst his noble bearing. Accompanied by the scorching sunlight, it made his figure appear all the more tall and slender, his spirit as fresh and clear as morning mist, radiant like the rising dawn.

Yin licked the blood stained around his lips, his chilling gaze sweeping across those few male wolves, and then he released his suppression, unleashing an aura close to the fifth tier.

"Whether it is interesting or not is also up to me to decide." Regardless of how angry she was, Mo Chen leisurely continued eating his meal.

Because she was truly too exhausted, having gone without sleep for several nights, and had nearly been scared out of her wits tonight, she was now as limp as a puddle of mud, too lazy to even lift her eyelids.

Qin Zheng mocked himself for not dying, and Yin wouldn't die so easily either, yet the mark had vanished, leaving him ultimately unable to fathom the reason behind it. Looking at it from another perspective, perhaps it was just as well that the mark was gone; otherwise, an inexplicable, wrenching pain would well up in his heart regardless of time and place, constantly cropping up to interfere with him, making it impossible for him to get anything done at all.

"N-Nothing!" Crescent evaded Yue Ji's gaze, gave a perfunctory reply, and hurried back to her own room.

Long Ji felt quite helpless, thinking to himself what was wrong with people these days. With no other choice, and unwilling to continue entangling himself in the matter, he had no option but to personally escort this fellow to the police station.

How should one describe it? Mr. Huang's face was pitted and full of unhealed scars; although no red blood was visible, it was nonetheless extremely ugly. Moreover, his facial features were somewhat distorted, and his complexion had turned a pale, sickly green. Right in the center of his glabella was a hole the size of a coin, pitch black inside, making it impossible to tell how deep the cavity went.