Chapter 33: Thirteen Waters

Gu Zhuo leaned against the car window with Yinyin, speaking softly about Xie Lin. Yinyin was thoroughly engaged, exclaiming, "Really? My daddy is that amazing?" and, "Did daddy fight back afterward?" She was like a tireless little lark.

"Will daddy like me?" Yinyin looked up at her. "Grandma says grown-ups don't like girls."

The girl's wide eyes were filled with innocent confusion, entirely devoid of sorrow.

In the center of the wall hung a calligraphy painting by Ouyang Minrui, which Xu Miao had specially requested. On either side of the wall were matching scrolls, also Ouyang Minrui’s works, their content naturally uplifting and encouraging.

On the bed in the main room, Gu Qinghuan and Lin Xinyue also met the youth named Chu Jianmo. He was indeed fresh and handsome, with sword-shaped brows and eyes like stars. Though his gaze was full of suppressed pain, his willpower reigned supreme, betraying little of his suffering.

Outside the arena, commentator Zhang Lu spoke with an easy tone. The situation on the field was much like the catfish effect—Gao Chuan was the catfish.

Rather than a lounge, it was more of a gym, filled with exercise equipment for contestants to warm up.

Yu Shangang’s side had long since been resolved; were it not for Lin Su holding him back, he would have had the Yongxing Company take the vehicles away already.

Quanbei had also done well, digging a large cellar right next to the kitchen to store cabbages, radishes, potatoes, and extra celery and other greens.

"Who’s there!" Nearly losing all bodily control, Irina’s spirit, if not for her immense strength, would have been obliterated by the light, reduced completely to dust.

It was the height of summer. Half the pawnshop was drenched in sunlight, but the counter where Old Xu sat remained shrouded in shadow, the gloom unbroken; he and his counter seemed as though they belonged in an old, faded painting.

In an instant, Katerina’s eyes flew open. The power of newly awakened battle energy exploded from within her, pouring into her dagger. Lorenzo’s Wind Shield shattered before the onslaught of awakened wind energy. The dagger, glowing green, split the shield with a single strike and drove straight for Lorenzo’s heart.

“Is it really that ideal? Did they agree to it?” Xinyue couldn’t help but feel the suggestion was somewhat unrealistic.

At that moment, a powerful domain formed around Zhao Shihan, radiating a mysterious aura.

Wei Yancheng spoke, leaning against a large tree, sitting on a mat with his legs crossed, looking as carefree and relaxed as could be.

Though they didn’t know Lu Chen’s identity, he had saved them at a crucial moment—he was their savior.

To be honest, Su Muwan had never imagined her own grandfather would act this way one day. In that moment, she felt hurt and unwilling to accept it, though she understood her feelings clearly.

With a dull thud, the man in the gray robe flew back like a severed kite, crashing heavily onto the grass a dozen meters away and spitting a mouthful of blood.

He resolved that after avenging himself—after dealing with the wretched Li Qiuyan and Zhao Wuji—he would leave this place with his master’s cenotaph and his mistress.

Lu Chen’s cultivation had also progressed greatly during his two years of training in the temporal array, fully entering the domain of the Supreme Saint.

Gu Yan’s palm began to sweat; he hadn’t expected his “right away” to be so slow, leaving people needlessly anxious.

She seized the opportunity to notice that Huo Jun had lost his composure: his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he kept wiping sweat from his brow.

Suddenly, the third prince felt his body grow heavier, as though a mighty mountain pressed upon him, while a powerful force raged inside him.