Volume 1, Chapter 33: When They Return, He Will Give Her a Diamond Ring

Now that the turmoil had passed, Sang Haining and Rong Shaoqin returned to live in their marital home.

That evening, after returning home, Sang Haining personally prepared an entire table of dishes and waited for Rong Shaoqin to come back.

She wanted to mention her grandmother to Rong Shaoqin and ask him to find time to visit the old woman with her, so that she could put her mind at ease.

Rong Shaoqin did return home on time.

Perhaps the Eighth Prince still intended to rely on the strength of his wife’s family for one final desperate struggle. Though he was gloomy at heart, he remained outwardly composed, magnanimous, and even-tempered.

He waved his hands and danced about, appearing delighted, though the words that followed were far more serious. Fierce on the outside but weak within, he clenched one hand into a fist and held it before Hu Yuye in a gesture of intimidation.

As the saying went, even if one had never eaten pork, one had at least seen pigs run. They had never fought warriors themselves, but they had battled quite a few of them.

“We won—and we’re all still alive.” Their eyes met, conveying the same thought to one another. For Class One, this was the most joyful and perfect ending imaginable.

At present, public debate centered on whether Six Degrees of Space really needed to make such a powerful programming interface available to the public, since most people could never make use of the many advanced functions within it.

“Of course. How could anything my father made be such an unfinished spice?” Qing Tiao narrowed her eyes into a smile, excitement mingling with a trace of shyness.

Of course, Wang Wei had yet to encounter any of the freaks from the Sacred Realm. They were beyond the scope of discussion.

When Han Feng took the stage, the crowd’s cheers grew even more fervent. Applause thundered through the hall, drawing the attention of the other platoons.

As for Ding Yan, she could not explain what she felt. Perhaps there was some attachment, or perhaps some emotion she herself could not put into words. The deepest impression in her mind was of the time Ding Yan had accompanied her to the Skyscraping Sect to attend the grand assembly.

Shiyuan’s greatest gain today was not the amount of information he had obtained, but the wealth of knowledge he had absorbed. Witnessing such a grand occasion would greatly broaden the possibilities of his future development. Both perspective and learning had to be cultivated through experience.

Guanyin uttered a Buddhist invocation. With her slender jade fingers, she drew a willow branch from the pure jade vase and gently swept it through the air, her movements graceful and exquisite. As the branch danced, five crystal-clear droplets flew toward Chang’e, each a different color: yellow, green, red, black, and white.

After the ceremony, the Yuan siblings exchanged polite words with Wang Weidong and Wang Yanan, reminiscing about the past. The conversation naturally turned to Abesong, the Divine Whip of Grand Duke Jiang, the Wowo Slave Kingdom, and other such matters.

The moment he saw the sword, it stirred up scene after scene in his memory. When he took it, he could barely keep his hands from trembling. “This is the sword of the Beisakas. Long ago, our people’s warriors obtained it while hunting a human tribe. It should now be returned to its rightful owner.” Before the half-blood elf interpreter had finished translating, the accompanying Beisa elves had already bowed in unison to express their gratitude.

Yet judging by the scene, these two beasts did not seem to have been tamed by the monk. They looked more as if they were hungry and wanted to devour him. If so, why did they keep circling him instead of pouncing and biting?

He was like a blazing sun illuminating all beneath the heavens. The radiance of his long sword bathed the earth in splendor, and the demoralized allied army suddenly surged with spirit, every fighter filled with astonishing resolve. Those who later took part in the battle said that when the Five Extremes Overlord appeared, it was as though an invisible force had been poured into both body and soul, sweeping away all fatigue, despair, and fear.

“Teacher Jialan? Is he here?” Sorrow’s heart jolted violently, and he hurriedly released his spirit-beast state to its fullest. Then he continued listening.

When they heard You Yitian’s “kind” reminder, all thirteen Silver Warriors, including Qiao Dayong, simultaneously drew a sharp breath.

Hannibal lowered his head deeply. “I shall obey your command, Your Majesty.” With that, he backed out of the room in a stooped posture, humble as though the being before him were a god.