(116) Infrastructure

Yes, she never regretted killing Sha Sha Bo. Misfortune often harbors the seed of fortune; ever since Sha Sha Bo was spoiled into lawlessness, her end was doomed to be tragic. Cause and effect are intertwined—where does right or wrong come into it?

Once, her wish was simple and sincere: to live an ordinary, peaceful life surrounded by children and grandchildren, healthy and secure. Yet she spent two lifetimes healing the wounds of her childhood. In both her past and present lives, she lacked love—no one knew how deeply she longed to be loved.

But she understood those people. Climbing upward was so difficult—opportunities, talent, background, all indispensable. Yet why should someone like her, a nobody with nothing, answer their “lies” and strive?

The old man sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes. His deep gaze, like two cold stars, pierced the dim prison cell.

The guard’s words ignited the fierce fighting spirit within the rolling slices of meat—this grudge must be avenged. Even if not for himself, he would seek revenge for the fallen Zhen Sanjiang.

The Dragon-Strike Rod trembled under a single palm strike; the sacred power began to fade, as if suppressed. Then the same palm came down again, with no less force than before.

Chi Qing scratched his head and did not respond to Qian Ye’s words. Even if he wanted to reply, there seemed to be nothing to say.

At the grave, ten burly men lined up, simultaneously raising their long spears at a 45-degree angle toward the sky.

Gao Jun paid no mind to these gestures. He carefully examined the call records, noting one number with frequent recent contacts. Yet, around the time of the incident, there were no calls or messages—no trace in the chat app either.

Suddenly, powerful flames surged around Zhu Rong, but they vanished as quickly as they appeared. He then turned to Xiao Long and smiled.

Old Huang gave Li Zhi a humanizing glare before turning his head away—indeed, a full-on glare.

Wu Xiaoyi was stunned, still sitting in her chair, which had already been toppled, pinning Gao Jun beneath it.

“Don’t you dare harm my brother!” The three great dragon generals sprang into action, releasing innate talisman leaves to mask their presence. Without hesitation, they revealed their true gigantic dragon forms and roared, charging at Shui Yitian.

After sending everyone back and settling them down, Lin’er was troubled by the situation. Yet, considering it was someone else’s family matter, she refrained from getting involved and took her leave, returning to the “Sound of Qin Music.”

Gu Xueyao let out a cry as her realm advanced from mid-level “Sun Wanderer” to late-stage, nearing the pinnacle of the “Sun Wanderer” cultivation before coming to a halt.

Bismarck also attempted to step forward and sit, hoping to join the negotiation, but was stopped by the military police beside him.

There was no choice. The manga releases one volume per month, and with its earlier slow pace and occasional lengthy volumes, by the end of April, there would be at most eight volumes, roughly a quarter of the entire story. Therefore, the first season couldn’t cover too much content. To keep pace with the manga’s progress, waiting another three to four months was inevitable.

Yi Meijiao nodded fiercely. “Alright, it’s settled. When the time comes, Sister Yin and I will go see the chrysanthemums together. I love admiring chrysanthemums the most.”

It wasn’t until I finished tidying myself and stepped out of the shop that I realized the weather outside looked terrible. Without hesitation, I headed to Old Pu’s breakfast stall. In such weather, it was even more important to have breakfast before setting off—I didn’t even know where my next meal would be.

Since Madam Lu had invited Le Yao to treat Hou Na’s illness last time, although the Lu family had paid two hundred thousand taels of silver, Lu Chengzhou’s attitude toward Dong Boshi had become notably more respectful in public.

While answering Su Yuyan, Zhang Yaoyang casually reached toward his chest, obviously intending to take out the Clear Heart Talisman.

Seeing her like this, clearly holding in something heavy and not easily soothed, I decided to leave her be for now. Instead, I turned my head toward Zhang Linfan, who was fiddling with the glass I had previously drunk water from.