As for the ways of the Great Thief Academy, they were naturally well aware.

They had also guessed that the Great Thief Academy was very likely bluffing, hoping to force Wei Zhao into proving himself, and then seize the chance to steal the entry tickets away with the karmic theft art.

So they had all along kept to a wait-and-see stance, at most sending someone to Wei Zhao's side to verify the matter, and making no further moves.

And now, wouldn't you know it—that single act of verification blew the lid clean off an earth-shaking scandal.

The Great Thief Academy had actually pulled it off!

This pack of thieves was even now conspiring to monopolize the Lord...

Many more generals and soldiers were shaken to death outright by that tremendous aura, and all around, houses collapsed as though the end of the world had come.

Jiang Yuanjun said bleakly, "Speaking of it, my mother and I truly did wrong by him. My memories have grown a little blurry, but I still remember how good that elder brother was to me back then. Once he returns to the country, let's find him a good girl. Brother Zhao Kang has such a kind heart—he deserves to live a happy life." Xu Mo nodded and said yes.

Zhao Xing paused, then added, "Always playing together—I suppose you could call that childhood sweethearts." Having said it, he broke into laughter himself.

So Wang Zheng, one hand still holding up the bucket, brought his other great palm to rest upon A Qing's back, smooth and fair as polished jade.

The play still had to be performed, and she put on quite the air of righteous indignation. It only made Madam Xie frantic, as though her eyebrows were on fire, and she looked about ready to lose her temper outright.

Wang Zongheng, Lu Jiutian, the Heretic Heavenly King, and Su Jingtian—their mighty names spread throughout the star domain. Even if the masters of the three great powers—the Wind-Fire Sect, the Zhou Heavenly Dao Sect, and the Azure Cloud Sacred Sect—were present, they too would treat these four seniors with the utmost respect.

Seeing Old Third Xie was quite enough; every time she laid eyes on him, she took it as Heaven reminding her of the mistake she had made back then, giving birth to such a wretch. She truly did not need the added headache of his son.

Fang Dichuan dragged a chair over to her, sat down directly in front of her, his knees pressed against both of hers, his gaze deep and dark.

Yu Minghui heard Li Siqing's curses as he went out the door. Stung with sudden anger, her eyes reddened, and she badly wanted to curse him right back; then she paused, and let out a long breath.

"Blue Star's phone has been unreachable all this time..." Liuli thought it, and said it aloud in a soft voice.

A light sound of footsteps came from behind him. Wang Wudao seemed to have expected it and did not turn his head.

The moment they got off the plane, the difference in temperature between North City and the capital was plain to feel; fortunately they had come prepared and all brought coats.

Footsteps began to sound outside the door, growing louder and louder, and from time to time someone barked military jargon and slogans at the top of his voice.

By now it was every man for himself—some fled, some left—and that fellow surnamed Yan, who dared not be sure he was a match for Zhen Sanniang and also feared Jiang Xiyue might come back, gritted his teeth, and without even tossing out a few parting words, went straight after the direction in which Elder Meng had fled.

Anyone seeing for the first time that this bedchamber concealed a hidden world within would jump in fright, and Hong Jian obligingly put on a startled look as well.

"Father, Mother, Shuang'er has made you worry." Rusheng looked at her parents' gaunt faces, and deep self-reproach filled her heart.

In that golden world, islands drifted rootless through the air, and upon the largest of them all, someone seemed to be smiling and beckoning to Xiao Yao.

Unfortunately, in those days the beast chaos raged unchecked and demons and monsters wrought disaster; the borderlands were drowned in misery, and the Yun and Mei families were overthrown amid it all. Yun Mu had no choice but to leave Daliang with an everlasting regret and wander from place to place.

Li Si let out her breath, got out of bed, and moved about, eating the carefully prepared six meals a day of postpartum fare; her milk came in successfully too, and in ample supply—more than enough to feed Pudding.

Shi Yuxuan's arms opened slightly, her black robe billowing though no wind blew, and an indescribable, strange odor swiftly spread out from her body.

She was now the head of the three palaces, and it stood to reason she should assist the emperor in getting to the bottom of this matter—yet here she was, reduced to this state.

But Mo Qiongyan was very quiet—so quiet she seemed already accustomed to this place, as though she harbored not the slightest thought of escape—which made the monster A Zhen trust her more and more.

"One, two, five..." I counted and watched, and only after the sixth fell did I wait a quarter of an hour before I was sure there were no more to come.