Chapter 84: The Beginning of the Nightmare (2)

She picked up the small spoon resting on the saucer and stirred her coffee a few times. Mo Qinghan preferred the pure, unadulterated taste of coffee, so she never added sugar or milk. After setting the spoon down, she brought the cup to her lips and took a delicate sip, letting the bitterness of the coffee spread across her palate. The dessert placed to the side remained untouched. At that moment, a foreign woman, not especially beautiful but undeniably elegant, dressed in a Chanel business suit, approached with her coffee and sat down across from Mo Qinghan.

Emma scrutinized Mo Qinghan from head to toe, absentmindedly stirring her own coffee with a spoon, showing no intention of drinking. From time to time, she cast a sidelong glance at Mo Qinghan.

Mo Qinghan assumed the foreign woman was looking at someone behind her and turned her head slightly, but there was nothing there.

“The affairs of the capital are many and complex. Prime Minister, you have worked hard. As long as we can confirm Zixi’s well-being, that will suffice,” Li Xuan said.

In her view, martial prowess was certainly important for this rescue mission deep into Northern Yan, but not the decisive factor. Besides, with the grand event among the three kingdoms fast approaching, she couldn’t send too many top experts. Thus, she had carefully selected these individuals.

It seemed that the people here had all evacuated not long ago, and in a rather orderly fashion at that; there were few signs of chaos in the streets.

Sects officially recognized by the imperial court were considered reputable and upright. They could openly receive prayers and offerings from commoners. The remaining sects belonged to the underworld; though powerful, they could not appear in public. Any sign of trouble, and if accused of treason by the court, they would face annihilation.

“Bring a pot of Biluochun tea first, then serve some delicate pastries,” Jing Lan said as she handed over a piece of silver.

“The interrogators were prepared, but the Crown Prince was caught off guard—how is that fair and just?” With a single stride, Yan Kai flashed across the space and leapt directly onto the high platform.

Like a snail drenched in red dye, Yan Kai struggled forward, inching painfully toward the Demon Scion’s split soul, his only functioning right hand clutching at the hem of his trousers.

Because Liu Tong had to depart with the school’s research group, Lin Ye first inquired about their flight and bought a ticket for the same plane, arriving at the airport ahead of them.

Qiu Ming stood motionless in the air, staring blankly at the departing figures. His fists clenched tightly, and through gritted teeth, he spat out his words.

Or perhaps, beneath this youthful exterior, an elder who had mastered the art of preserving youth was concealed?

Seeing this, Xiao Yan was momentarily startled. He lowered his gaze to the empty tea table before him, finally realizing that what he remembered had truly happened—it was no dream. However, for some reason, Li Chengxu’s mood seemed to have recovered once more.

“Why bother reasoning with them? A bunch of troublemakers—give them a beating and they'll behave!” Long Hao raised the club in his hand, addressing everyone in the classroom.

Green International, having profited immensely from the first batch of grain, expanded both its staff and business rapidly. In just a few days, its reputation had spread throughout the country.

In the next moment, the figure atop the crumbling building doffed his gentleman’s black hat and flashed a wide grin at the group.

Jiang Fan’s brows knitted tightly. This Ghost Spider was truly revolting, but what puzzled him was why the other assassin organizations, including Qin Qi’s group, endured Ghost Spider’s bullying without resistance.

While the other magical beasts conversed, the octopus-like creature kept sizing up Chen Feng and Ali. This time, however, its attention was fixed not on Ali, but on Chen Feng.

The Nightmare Demon roared, ghostly flames flaring up around him, coalescing into a vortex that enveloped his entire body, as if he was about to undergo nirvana and be reborn. Countless ghostly heads on his body gaped wide, frantically devouring the black oblivion dust—like a bottomless well.

With that thought, his X-ray vision activated instantly, piercing through Xia Li’s hand and ankle to observe the inside of her ankle.

The notion ignited a fire in his heart. If he truly reached Foundation Establishment, a mere five years of life would be insignificant. Yet, to achieve Foundation Establishment, elixirs were indispensable.

Liu Chengde beckoned, calling over his bodyguard, and said to Liu Chengwei, “Since he dared to offend the Liu family, we can’t let him die easily!”