Chapter 53: The Mysterious Man with Glasses

The next day, in a secluded corner of the university. “Brother Situ, you must stand up for me! There are four punks who don’t respect you at all. Everyone at HB University knows your faction holds the greatest power here, yet these four reckless fools, even after learning you’re my elder brother, showed me no respect whatsoever.” Liang Zhong spoke through tears to a handsome young man. This young man…

Steadying himself, Fang Yan carefully recalled the intricate hand seals—two hundred in total. There could not be a single mistake; one slip and he would have to start from the very beginning. There was no room for carelessness.

Meanwhile, the island’s flower base continued to be perfected. The company had acquired many rare and exquisite flowers from all over the world, and their blossoms were even more splendid on the island, drawing crowds of visitors who came and went just to admire them.

“What nonsense is this? Where is your proof?” Wang Zhongming’s heart skipped a beat, his expression changing dramatically. Now he was certain—Fan Weiwei already suspected him.

The dancers entered as the music began, and the crucial part of the performance unfolded. Their silhouettes swayed gracefully, sleeves fluttering in the air. From this vantage point, closer than even behind the camera, one could almost feel the gentle breeze stirred by the dancers’ flowing sleeves.

The box fell to the ground with a clatter, its lid springing open, and instantly a curled, ancient piece of parchment slipped out.

Strolling through the garden where orchids and common herbs were cultivated, Han Ning suddenly remembered the seeds the young man in black had given him last time. The man had said he’d collected them during his travels across myriad worlds, but Han Ning still had no idea what kind of plants they would grow.

“That’s not how it works. Your men were hurt, and it’s you who risks being arrested and imprisoned. All this should go to you and your people—there’s no need to say more,” Han Ning replied. Thirty million was a fortune, but Han Ning understood well which money could be taken and which could not.

Back and forth the two went. The teahouse was soon filled with wild, surging spiritual energy—at this rate, it would be torn apart in no time. Pity the owner, whose teahouse had already been destroyed once before and now faced ruin yet again.

Liang Bi refused to help. Zhao Chongshan, now in charge of the Department of Education, had little connection with the police. After weighing his options, Zhang Kun realized his only recourse was to trouble Elder Ye once more.

Chu Xuan watched the old man in silence, knowing his breathing had grown rapid again. Only when he saw Chu Xuan nod gently did the old man let out a slow sigh, and his grip on Chu Xuan’s hand gradually loosened.

“Yes…” With everyone nodding in agreement, a group of about twenty began inspecting the camps. They all understood that Jiang Qi’s tour was meant to reassure the soldiers—recent events had indeed unsettled the army’s morale. Though many worried about his health, none dared stop him.

Ling Ming followed the direction of the promised finger, gazing toward the stone house glowing with blue light. Xiu Chongkai made a slight motion, but in the end did nothing.

The screen split in two, displaying two assembled factions. One was led by Xiu Chongkai, comprising the Student Council and Five Sects Society; the other was an alliance of the Hall of Gods, Orchid Pavilion Society, and Golden Valley Society. Neither side was at full strength—it was never easy to rescue people during the Grand Battle.

Upon hearing his mother had business with him, Jiang Qi felt panic. He jumped into the bath and washed only briefly, just enough to rid himself of the smell of alcohol, then quickly dressed and prepared to go.

Xia Yenuo kept telling himself to stay calm, but in the end, he felt he could endure no more. After all, he was a man—how could he sit idly by in his room while his wife and son were outside chatting with someone else? What kind of husband was he then?

Life was already beautiful enough—being with the one she loved, able to grow old together, perhaps for a lifetime. Yang Yuwei felt that in this life, fate had already been most generous with her.