Chapter 210: The Institutionalized 1900 and Indiana's Telephone

The British Empire, London Port.

The Fujiniya lay quietly at the dock, sunlight spilling across its rust‑streaked hull, revealing the marks of time.

The sea breeze brushed lightly, carrying a salty dampness and distant tales, making one unable to help but become intoxicated.

Su Qing's figure quietly appeared on the shore, looking at the once vibrant ship now desolate and decayed, a feeling of emotion welled up in their heart.

Time is truly merciless!

A brief loss.

At noon, Longyin led Longsuli and the others to the gate, vaulted onto a snow‑white steed with not a single stray hair, and rode off ahead.

Su Mu drew a deep breath, the corner of their mouth involuntarily turning bitter; first, because the spatial rift from the battle with Bai Fan certainly had several cultivators who failed to escape and were swept in, and second, because they were worried about Yun Chen.

"Eh, there's a teleportation array here, a very ancient method!" Erdan suddenly stared at the ground and then said.

"This, something that hasn't happened yet, don't say it out loud—it gives a bad impression." Yang Min kindly instructed him, after all, he was her subordinate disciple.

"There's something good to eat in the kitchen; if you want, go get it yourself." Zheng Yanzhong raised his hand and waved, truly burdened with worry, though perhaps too bleak and sorrowful.

When Xi Rong woke up, the two had already prepared—not to seize the inheritance opportunity of the Heavenly Realm Tomb, not mentioning whether there was one or not; simply the opportunity gained from the inheritance would bring unexpected consequences, even completely altering one's character so that one was no longer oneself.

For Lu Wusheng, the mode of doing well by being oneself was just pretending to be foolish. So after the exposure, they acted as if nothing had happened, head down, only knowing to gulp down food with effort; whatever happened afterward had nothing to do with them.

"The Cloud East Continent lies far, far to the east, you say?" the princess of a fallen nation said with certainty.

However, the Japanese Team consistently insisted on single‑covering Zhang Yunze without help defense; the defender assigned to Zhang Yunze had changed somewhat, from Jianchuan Yongtai becoming the Japanese Team's best defender, also the Japanese basketball league's best defensive player for three consecutive seasons, a swing forward, an outside defensive bulwark named Kantian Jiren.

"No problem," the black‑clad figure said, waving a hand at their subordinate, opened the door and walked out of the room.

He firmly believed that this move, Steel Mountain Collapse, unleashed by exerting his whole body's muscles, could easily slice the legs of the person in black leather armor in two.

"What happened? Who provoked you again? Do you need my help?" Muqiudi furrowed her lovely brows; she felt that anything that could cause Tang Feng trouble was certainly not simple.

"Top student, what's wrong with you?" Obviously, another male student who wasn't very familiar expressed confusion.

Nie Xinghun was a disciple who had abandoned the Tang Sect, concealing his aura and killing intent; his lightness and hidden weapons were superb, but his swordsmanship was taught by Zhang Xiancheng. He admired Zhang Xiancheng's martial archery to the point of prostration, never expecting that Zhang Xiancheng lacked even the courage to fight Xiao Qubing.

When sudden great change occurred, they displayed extremely high tactical aptitude, forming groups of three to five man‑eating demons, shielding their faces and necks with shields, stepping with heavy yet agile strides, they charged up the slope amidst the furious arrow rain.

The Qi-Replenishing Pill melted upon entering the mouth, like a living thing, actually transforming in Tang Feng's mouth into two strands of pure energy that instantly sank into their meridians.

This afternoon had just passed. Under the escort of several dozen able guards and eight Daoists, a four‑wheel carriage quietly set out from Peaceful Industry Ward, took a detour through the Long Peace Outer Suburbs' Opening Far Gate, and arrived at the Mobilizing Troops Pavilion five li from the city. It stopped.

Lin Tianna frowned, wondering who this old man was; why even the Immortal Venerable treated him with utmost respect, even addressing him so, and furthermore the old man called the Mundane Heaven Immortal Venerable a silly child.

Don't speak of finding a person—not even a single clue was found; as the passion of this day and night faded, those who had searched day and night also gradually grew weary.