Volume 1, Chapter 32: As for the Divorce, He Was Indifferent

Sang Haining was stunned. "Why would Grandmother suddenly want us to divorce?"

"You'll have to ask her that yourself," Rong Shaoqin replied, his indifferent gaze sweeping over her.

"What do you think?" Sang Haining asked. "Do you want a divorce?"

Rong Shaoqin lowered his eyes, undoing his cufflinks. "It makes no difference to me."

Indeed, he had always maintained an attitude of indifference toward this marriage.

Hearing the noise, Lu Shiyu emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His damp hair hung loosely, still dripping with water.

Nie Qingqing clutched a can of beer, watching Gu Bao'er and Huo Zizheng playfully scuffling, and smiled faintly.

When superhumans advance their abilities, their physical constitution also improves, though this enhancement is far less significant than the physical transformation experienced by cultivators when they reach a new realm.

Xu Mozhou nodded repeatedly, watching Shen Suixin speak with unhurried grace, his heart bubbling with delight.

Both children were safe, but what about her own child? The memory of that great fire resurfaced in her mind—the raging, leaping flames burning her thoughts into ashes. How could she swallow this bitterness? What was to become of her child? At this thought, Shen Qingchi clenched her fists even tighter.

"What exactly do you want?" Aunt Wen asked calmly, her gaze steady, neither humble nor pushy.

He had been entitled to a share of those gems, but since he had given them to her, she would not treat him unfairly at a time like this.

"If I weren't still stuck at the mid-stage of the Divine Soul realm, I would have begged Your Highness to bestow this elixir upon me," Zuo Ci said finally, half-joking and half-serious.

His Aman was gone, yet his mother, the Noble Consort Jin, laughed so joyfully. It must be said that her laughter pierced Mu Rongkang’s heart like a needle, leaving him feeling deeply uncomfortable.

To tell the truth, Han Yi felt no fear upon arriving in the Heavenly Realm. He believed that even if it were filled with experts, they would be nothing more than Golden Immortals.

Once Han Yi confirmed that this was indeed Qingzhou, he made a rough estimate. At his current speed, it would take several months to return to the Longevity Gate. He decided not to go back for now; since he would miss the Longevity Assembly anyway, he might as well enjoy traveling throughout the Nine Provinces.

Although he was a descendant of the Yan family, he had lived abroad for many years, with studies and work consuming most of his time. He preferred quiet and had always been reserved, not the type of wealthy heir who enjoyed socializing.

However, Liu Heihu moved his foot sideways, kicking the pistol away, and glared angrily at Hu Tong.

In the center of the forbidden grounds, a mysterious figure was shrouded in light, features obscured as if such an existence were inviolable. Sensing Li Chenxuan's presence, the mysterious figure gave a faint smile.

Ji Feng moved to shield Ji Shuyun, and the other guards followed suit, circling around her to provide protection.

Before the words could leave his lips, a flash of silver appeared before his eyes. With a sharp hiss, a silver longsword pierced his abdomen, and blood began to drip down the blade.

The Four Heavenly Emperors were so enraged they were blowing their beards and staring. Their voices carried a slight roar as they cursed; to be able to infuriate Heavenly Emperor-level powerhouses to such a degree showed just how angry they were. If it weren't for the fact that these were their own descendants, they likely would have struck them dead with a single blow.

"Haha, Old Qian, you must have plenty of these appointment letters already stamped but left blank, right? Did you fill this one out yourself?" Han Weihua took the document, glanced at it, and laughed. Yet, he did not address the other man as Commander Qian, choosing instead to use the familiar tone of an old friend.

Jian Han's ears pricked up as she recognized the familiar voice. If one were to ask who she had spoken with most often since becoming Jian Han, it would undoubtedly be Fang Hui.

The event was scheduled for the morning, so she naturally had to leave early. As for being tired, she would just have to catch up on sleep during the drive.

Although Hao Yun regretted that his suggestion had been rejected, he had to accept it. In matters like these, he only had the right to advise, not to command. If word of this reached Xiahou Yongyue’s ears, Hao Yun would undoubtedly be in serious trouble.