The Price of Immortality

The news that the chief of the Azure Luan clan intended to settle in Hang City was no secret to Xie Qingfa, who was both the chief disciple of Qingning Mountain and closely connected with the Special Division. So, it was naturally not difficult for him to guess Ruan Qing’s identity. What he did not know, however, was that the car which had just pulled away in front of him carried not only Ruan Qing but also Zhong Yanbei, who had descended from Yanmen Mountain, and Chi Zhaoxi, who had swum up from the depths of the sea.

When Ruan Qing had gotten out to greet Ji Ningzhao earlier, Chi Zhaoxi had remained in the car.

In some matters, the victim may choose to forget and not pursue things further, yet the perpetrator presses closer and closer—such is the strange nature of this world.

On the field, Wei Qianqian saw Bai Yichen smile, but not in her direction; she knew at once who he was looking at. Still, she was untroubled. In grades, talent, and even family background, she excelled; surely she was the one most suited to Bai Yichen, and only someone as outstanding as he was could ever be worthy of her.

These three Pokémon, of course, were the Unova region’s starters. Every new trainer could receive one of them.

Now, given the circumstances, Qiao Yunran was unwilling to keep relying on the Shen family’s care. After all, everyone’s sympathies had shifted somewhat toward the Rong clan. The three children were of a younger generation, and with their parents away from home, who knew whether they might suffer grievances.

“Shinshi, I’ll explain everything to you properly—but not right now.” As he spoke, Amuro Tooru shot a meaningful glance at Conan, utterly unconcerned about him.

“Wow, she’s so beautiful!” Xia Zhumin exclaimed, her smile painfully forced. Her eyes stung, but she did her best to keep her voice steady.

“There’s been an accident up ahead!” A man rushed back from the front of the traffic jam, speaking with the driver ahead of him, his face full of fear. “I hear they were crushed to a pulp—disgusting!” he said, hurrying onto the bus, which then turned around and left.

The next day, the master got out of bed, his luggage packed and sedan chair ready, waiting only for Zhi Xi to set out for Gumu Shade together. He waited once, twice, but she did not appear; he gazed out the window, pacing restlessly.

Zhixing nodded quickly. “Yes! Of course there is!” As soon as he answered, he began to fret over where he might have erred.

“It’s all right. I heard you have flaws too, so now I feel balanced. After all, nobody’s perfect,” Ye Ziyu shook her head, sighing.

Wen Jin’s gaze remained fixed on Yu Anwan, the seriousness in his eyes growing more and more evident.

On the way back to the Wen family estate, the two were much quieter. Wen Jin’s phone kept vibrating; Yu Anwan heard it, and Wen Jin was well aware, but he never once looked at his phone the entire way.

Especially considering it was still 2002, many fans had witnessed Ronaldo’s pendulum dribble in the 1996 UEFA Cup final. Of course, some had seen him use the move on other occasions as well.

Meanwhile, in Manchester United’s dressing room, assistant coach Queiroz was conveying Ferguson’s tactical instructions.

Yu Anwan said nothing, instead lowering her head with elegance as she sipped her coffee and nibbled at the croissant before her.

At that moment, whether to accommodate her or because the player wished to hear her speak, the melody suddenly softened.

Lu Chengtai sat back, his heart full of disappointment. He and Yu Anran shared a long history—though not of love—yet she had completely forgotten him. Such reality was cruel, but for Mu Yusheng, it was even more so.

“Nuo Nuo, senior, is he really S-class? He looks so unlucky,” Xuan said, looking at the information on Lu Mingfei in disbelief.

At a time like this, to come asking her such things—how could she possibly know the answers?

Murong Yue cared little what he thought. Once she had his permission, she replied “All right” and walked off toward a nearby spot.

The temple’s mountain gate was tightly shut, and above it, the plaque bore three gilded characters: Lingxu Temple.