Chapter 31: What a Pure and Innocent White Lotus

"I cannot afford you."

Zhou Yinhe tossed these words out coldly and turned to leave. Wen Ling leaned against the wall of the foyer, lowering her eyes as she took a long moment to compose herself. She wasn't particularly devastated by his words; after all, she had prepared herself for this before coming to the capital. However, she no longer intended to keep revolving around Zhou Yinhe. With a soft murmur, she turned and walked back into the living room.

"What a psycho."

And wasn't he? Zhou Yinhe thought so too. He realized that this way, he could dwell in her heart forever, be with her for eternity, and never be abandoned by her again.

"Are you sure?" Bai Linghuai only tentatively believed that Wei Meng had mastered the "Three-Point Origin Return." As for the "Copper Head and Iron Arms," she hadn't truly sensed it, so she needed confirmation from Huang Dali. After all, Huang Dali was well-traveled and knowledgeable; the cultivation of the Howling Celestial Dog was far beyond her own.

Before Chengtian could even catch his breath, the entire stone slab deformed. In the blink of an eye, it curled into a cylinder, trapping Chengtian, who was still suspended in mid-air, once more.

"Understood. I will tell him; he will understand." In truth, when she called Zhong Yucheng that evening, although he was displeased that they had to pose as a married couple, he eventually relented for the sake of her work.

Conversely, looking at the far more significant Nine-Tailed Fox, the creature spoke again: "You are not among the eighty-one tribulations. Who are you?" Seeing the Nine-Tailed Fox’s grave expression, devoid of any frivolity and filled with evident caution, she realized the gravity of the situation.

She was all too aware of his petty, possessive nature. If she hadn't protested, she suspected that bright red scarf would have already been wrapped around her entire head.

Madame Wu had been promoted by Yun Shang herself, so naturally, she didn't want to lose such a powerful backer. She could only rise to respectfully see the Fourth Master out.

Even if one were to take a step back and assume Lady Li managed to pay off the debt through sheer desperation, as a neglected concubine, she would still need to pull strings and grease palms just to make her life a little more comfortable.

In this place, one could still uncover the most fundamental truths; even at this moment, one could foresee the most far-reaching connections.

Yue Niang looked at the people in the room, their faces etched with anger, suspicion, and confusion.

From within the demonic abyss, a supreme imperial aura began to spread from the towering magic pillar. There was no need to ask, and no one dared to, for they knew the newcomer was surely another Great Emperor from the Heavenly Demon Realm.

In such a primitive jungle, it was no surprise to find wild monkeys. I could imagine that high up in the mountains, there must be another miraculous animal kingdom.

At dawn, the gentle sunlight bathed the earth. A new day had arrived, and everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

"Uncle Lu, how do you usually resolve matters like this?" Zhang Yang deflected the question with a clever maneuver, passing the ball back to Lu Zhengyi. While praising his superior handling of affairs, he also projected an air of humble inquiry.

Su Yuche walked over and picked up a jacket from the bed. To his surprise, the moment he lifted it, Tuntun snatched it from his hands and put it on with an air of haughty indifference, never once glancing at him.

Su Ranran hadn't been sleeping well lately, so her complexion was poor. Su Qinghan, recalling that she had mentioned being ill, felt his original anger instantly extinguished.

"Why are you here?" Meng Xin’s voice held a mix of surprise and disbelief, even as she allowed Zhang Yang’s hands to busy themselves all over her.

"Then let's try it." Ye Chen immediately pressed the source of the Profound Dao Heavenly Eye into his right eye, and the origin essence merged into his eye on the spot.

Wu Qing was in the middle of a meeting when his phone suddenly began to ring incessantly. Frowning, he was about to turn it off when he remembered that he had been keeping his Weibo open for the past few days to monitor Lin Shuang’s online activity.