Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “It turns out the news is genuine. The Xie family has really plotted against the Liu family, and you have protected Miss Xue’er this time,” Qi Ziyu looked at Xia Yan with a complex gaze. “Xia Yan, can I ask you something?”
Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “Young Master Feng, what’s in Young Miss Liu’s mind? She just let go of a treasure worth a whole house and wore goods worth 1000¥. Is this the power of love?” Yan Xiaoqing whispered to Dong Feng.
Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre As Xia Yan pondered over this, the wooden box was opened. There was only a jade sculpture of Buddha placed within the box, but this sculpture had a sparkling and verdant green color, and even an amateur could discern clearly that it was a priceless ornament carved out of top-grade jadeite.
Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre “Second Uncle Liu, who is the old man following Xie Zheng?” Xia Yan looked at the robed old man who went to the sofa and sat down alone. He couldn’t help but furrow his brows and raise a question.
Translator: lordjoker Editor: Spectre What was the apex of human strength? No one had any accurate data about this. In ancient times, valiant generals were able to stop galloping oxen, carry large cauldrons, uproot willow trees, and swing 900 pounds hammers… But, this wasn’t yet a human’s upper limit, and Xia Yan’s power had already surpassed those said valiant generals and his grip strength wasn’t any lower than a Nile Crocodile’s bite force.