Chapter 154: What Can Be Done

Night fell, and darkness enshrouded the surroundings.

Vader slipped quietly out of the tent, following Mian through numerous checkpoints and avoiding many unnecessary conflicts.

Now, only the final obstacle lay ahead of him. Without needing the identity of a "Tree Friend," he could cross that high wall on his own.

Before going to his own grave, he still wanted to enter Hel Castle and see the people he knew.

Within this fortress, there were still some lingering attachments in his heart.

Although Samuel Tilden was a distinguished presidential candidate, his father, Old Tilden, owned a five-thousand-acre farm in Pennsylvania.

Holding Aitao's hand, Aimu stood by the staircase and called out twice to Ais. Seeing no response from her, she walked over with curiosity.

Yun Chong looked at her with a complex expression. After a long moment, he only gave a gentle nod. Meanwhile, in the dim night, Yun Qixi failed to notice the inexplicable evasion in Yun Qi's gaze.

When he regained consciousness, Wang Hai had no desire to live. Yet there were still many things he had not made clear to Beiming Xuan; this was his responsibility. Because Lord Ning was dead, leaving Beiming Xuan with only a box and a desolate city, whatever burdens should be borne by him still needed to be carried by him.

The Korean BBQ restaurant named "Gaoli Xuan" mentioned by Long Qian was only two blocks away from his home. Without taking a car, the three of them strolled and chatted all the way to the restaurant.

The Two Ghosts had departed, and everyone else went about their respective tasks. Yun Qixi sat down at an empty table and swept her gaze across the entire restaurant hall. Although it was not mealtime, quite a few guests were already there sipping tea, playing chess, or chatting. This was the unique charm of Qixi Tower.

They had already waited until the dishes were served. Ye Chenmeng moved her chopsticks a couple of times right in front of Leng Yifeng, yet Leng Yifeng simply sat beside her in silence, watching her eat without making a single move.

The most obvious contradiction between the Saintess Houtu and the Eastern Lord lay concerning the human race. Clearly, the earliest human race had been created by her, with the Eastern Lord serving merely as a foil. Yet now, the Eastern Lord's status among mankind surpassed that of Houtu. The Holy Father had won the people's hearts more than the Holy Mother, and the Holy Father was also more formidable than the Holy Mother.

Although she was a modern woman with open-minded ideas, sharing a bunk to sleep with a dozen or twenty men was something she had never done before. If Shan Liancheng were to find out about this, she wondered if he would want to strangle her to death.

Fengyue understood instantly and immediately smiled like Mother Jin. Swaying her handkerchief, she began to massage the waist and beat the legs of His Highness Prince Yin. When mealtime arrived, she even went to the kitchen herself to whip up a table full of fine dishes, ingratiatingly piling all the meat into his bowl.

After putting away all his belongings, Duan Yihao picked up a bottle of mineral water, turned his chair, and sat sideways facing Tang Hao, who was already looking at him.

Overjoyed, the imperial physician hurriedly wiped away his cold sweat and instructed the medicine boy to prepare two doses of calming herbal prescriptions, before beginning acupuncture treatment for Xiao Beilin.

Coming to the Shrine of the Yellow Immortal with four eyes, there were no elaborate rituals; he looked directly at the statue of the Great Immortal Huang seated within the shrine.

Words of gratitude would remain unspoken, for a mere "thank you" felt far too light. The only way to repay this kindness was to work diligently in the future, protect the master's household with loyalty, and properly requite the family they served.

Zhou Houcan knew that, strictly speaking, this was a case of substituting concepts. Yet within the current context, these words of his still possessed considerable persuasiveness.

Upon hearing this and recalling the experience of acquiring the jade, Master Ren also felt that Jiale's words did not sound like falsehoods and should be true.

Fu Mingwei simply searched her photo album for a picture she had previously taken with Jiang Shilu while traveling and drinking tea at Mingyue Villa.

Bringing Ziyu to the imperial palace, carrying a jar of her specially formulated youth-preserving cream, she arrived at the entrance of the Empress's palace.

Looking at Bai Lingyin, whose expression carried a hint of interrogation, Ruan Li knew that Bai Lingyin was probably standing up for Shen Sichen. After all, in everyone's eyes, she was the one who had wronged Shen Sichen first.

"Stop talking nonsense. Xu Zhen is not dead yet, and I can save him." Shen Ce directly cut off his words.