Chapter 1103: The Premier Sect of Qian Xue

At the Gu family gate.

Wenren Wan led Yu'er to see Mo Hua off.

Gu Shouyan, head of the Gu family, along with a group of elders, personally came to bid Mo Hua farewell.

Elder Gu Hong, in a red robe, warm and cheerful, now held Mo Hua's hand, her expression brimming with reluctance.

Since their first meeting, she had greatly liked Mo Hua, this lovely and well-mannered child.

Back then, she still did not know this child who ate melons with her and chatted about "gossip."

As for Qiao Yuhen, he had so many brothers; one more or one less made no difference.

I kept my eyes open, staring at the door, muttering to myself that as soon as I woke, I'd go to Yuzhen Pavilion—then drifted off in a daze.

The room was large, but only a single bed sat in the corner; everything else was gone, leaving it empty and lifeless.

After saying that, she blushed and tugged at Huo Mingxu's arm, heading toward the pre-arranged lodging.

"Alright, put down the food and drinks first—let's head to the rest room…" An Jun clapped her hands at Nian Nian, Abao, and Ajie, smiling.

At this moment, An Jun had arrived at the entrance of the War Dragon Corps; the gate guard, recognizing An Jun, immediately raised the barrier and let her pass.

Wei Hanjue was now dressed in combat gear—not the standard military uniform, but actual battle attire.

This way, although maximum damage control could be achieved, the crisis PR must be handled properly; otherwise, if the truth came out, not only Su Jin but even Fu Yiming would suffer by association.

So why is it so unbearable to Gu Qingyan that I went to find medicine for my master and boiled it for him?

"Ranran, don't say that—after all, the Fourth Prince is not someone we can speak of lightly." Bai Li Linlin looked at An Ran's beautiful face, consumed by jealousy, wishing she could destroy her.

So at this moment, whether sincere or feigned, as long as one does everything well, who can be certain?

"Huh! I really don't understand—please explain clearly, Brother." Liu Xing spoke without deference or arrogance.

Wei Wuming's sword qi contained imperial qi, dragon qi, and sword qi—three fused as one; with just three simple strikes, he could destroy the Hehuan Sect's treasures.

Now that Bian Que said they would be needed, what was there to hesitate about? If Bian Que gave the order, they would do anything.

Hu Tian spoke while gazing at Han Yueqiao with deep affection, yet for some reason, Han Yueqiao suddenly felt a resistance toward Hu Tian—as if becoming too close to him would be deeply shameful.

Dongfang Zhiyuan saw the Blade Domain begin its assault, his eyes flared, and with a cold snort, his Thunderclap Hand struck down—Wind Hua Zhen, the Blade Emperor, was blasted backward by a single palm.

Iron Man's name is now universally known; the video of his battle with Iron Monger has circulated widely, and nearly all the guards present have watched it more than once, many of them his fans.

He was a tall, muscular white youth, about two meters high—only slightly shorter than the enhanced super-soldier serum-modified Viktor and James, taller than Chen Mo, with exceptionally developed muscles, clearly a warrior of formidable physical prowess.

Mu Li Xiao was inwardly startled—she had not expected Mei Bin to emerge and immediately seek Yan Fei's life. Yan Fei, right now, must deeply regret not having eliminated Mei Bin sooner.

Her heart still refused to be bound; perhaps what she missed was not the Emperor, but wealth and glory. Whenever life grew hard, she could not help recalling her past decision, asking herself if she regretted it.

Her full expectations were dashed by his impatient reply; Shi Xiangwan's nose stung, and in her gaze toward Ye Fei, a deep hatred lingered.