Chapter Forty-Six: Making an Acquaintance

Early in the morning, Chen Xinyi woke up and called Ye Feng, asking him to take her to visit Jiang Chao. After all, Jiang Chao had risked everything to protect her the night before, and she felt terribly guilty. Ye Feng had been planning to visit Jiang Chao as well, but he hadn’t expected it to be so early—he would have at least liked to wake up properly. Nevertheless, he reluctantly drove his little car, taking Chen Xinyi with him toward the hospital.

As soon as Ye Feng entered the hospital room, Jiang Chao burst into tears, “Ye Feng, I’m sorry. You asked me to protect Xinyi…”

Most likely, all of this had been built on the foundation laid by Nan Yi years ago; Yang Kaiyan, who came after, was simply following the established routine. Nan Yi was certainly a capable man.

When he ran downstairs, he happened to hear Jian Xiao’an’s voice coming from the second floor. It wasn’t as sharp or grating as he had imagined; instead, it carried a calm detachment.

Especially when players from the Yun Alliance of Bingzhou appeared in the red zone at the Gaotang checkpoint, his sense of urgency intensified.

To be honest, Zhang Yang wasn’t really familiar with these things. In the past, he had hardly played games—there was simply no time. Although he worked in the industry, he had always been on the development side, not a professional gamer.

Where should he begin? At first, he thought Ye Qiuhan’s help was just a coincidence. But on the day of the incident, when Zhu Yunxiao was bathing him, he asked a question.

When Pan Yun conceded defeat and started acting like a rascal, he still couldn’t outdo Yu Junshi, that sanctimonious fellow.

The balance was perfect—not so terrifying as to scare off players, but not so lenient as to turn the game into a simple action shooter. It struck an ideal middle ground, making the experience enjoyable for many.

When you step onto the court, you are just ordinary players. Don’t think that just because some of you are from wealthy families, you will receive special treatment.

“I was assigned here by Director Cao. From now on, I’m a member of Group Two,” Lin Xue announced excitedly.

With a casual flick, he tossed aside the alluring visage in his hand and looked down to see Shen An’an sprawled helplessly on the ground, a faint smile curling on his lips.

The scene left Zhu Zhuqing a little astonished. As an agility-type soul master, she had actually been outpaced by Shen Yu, a support-type soul master. It was a heavy blow to her pride.

Nearly the entire staff of the Bureau of Public Opinion had been dispatched to Anle Village, cleaning up the aftermath of the collapsed Sumeru world. Sun Desheng, unable to find suitable candidates, finally called his two younger brothers—who were in the midst of drinking—offering them generous terms if they would help take care of Che Qianzi.

At this thought, a pair of captivating phoenix eyes surfaced in his mind, always carrying a hint of a mocking smile and a cold charm. The eyes would tilt up at the corners, radiating extraordinary grace and enchantment. Ying Chang’an’s heart trembled slightly, sorrow rising within him. The better Zhao Qionglou treated her, the more conflicted her emotions became.

Delivering bad news always brought a strange sense of guilt. She didn’t know how to begin, so she stepped forward and turned on the television.

If they were to send Fairy Zixia away now, who could say whether she would safely reach five hundred years in the future?

The man surnamed Gu swallowed nervously before stepping in front of the sand table. He took out a long stick of incense, breathed gently over it, and lit it.

He knew a few things, but not many. He hadn’t done much investigating this time, and honestly didn’t know how Yin Zhen had managed to uncover so much.

“If that’s the case, eat a little more and don’t rush,” Ying Chang’an said, glancing at Zhao Qianlang’s plump cheeks. Judging by the efficiency of Zhao Qionglou’s group, there was no way Zhao Qianlang could have sneaked out for long.

He put on the studio headphones and signaled the music director to begin. As the prelude played, Yang Xi counted the beats and started singing.

Simply put, Kangxi had suddenly thrust him into the limelight, so abruptly that Eighth Prince felt as if he’d lost all footing—swept up and floating away.