Chapter 1138: Elder Ji

In the headmaster's chamber of the Canglang Sect, Mo Hua and Headmaster Zhao sipped tea and spoke.

"Headmaster Zhao, I shall depart tomorrow."

Headmaster Zhao was startled, then delighted—as if a great mountain that had loomed over his head had vanished into thin air—yet he maintained a look of reluctance on his face:

"Young Master Mo, why not stay a few more days…?"

Mo Hua fell into thoughtful silence.

Seeing this, Headmaster Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

He had only spoken out of politeness.

"Su's expression was so terrifying, Xi'er is scared, so scared…" Zhu Xi wept uncontrollably.

No one noticed that Zi Mo had secretly placed his hand against Tian Ming's back; as Tian Ming slowly opened his eyes, Zi Mo withdrew his hand, his face paling—but in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal.

Tan Jue watched them go, then closed the door after a long while, poured himself a glass of wine, lifted it to his nose, and breathed in deeply, feeling utterly at ease.

"But… look, half the ministers in court now, openly or secretly, urge His Majesty not to speak lightly of war… sigh, is there truly no one who understands my intentions?" Bao Yuan's face darkened with sorrow.

The implication was clear: if tonight's defense fails, Ji County will be reduced to ashes as well.

She lowered her eyelids, her raven-wing lashes casting faint ink-shaded shadows across her lovely face: "I am not helping you—I am helping the lovers of this world…" I did not understand her words, yet I was startled to see in her eyes a deep, pitch-black sorrow—could it be…? I dared not think further.

Not only the audience and the True Souls, but even the Dream Team's competitors inside the soundproof room now felt confident, convinced the Dream Team's tactic was highly effective.

Ji Qianchen let out a faint cold snort: "This claim is sheer nonsense. Even if the Butterfly Escape exists, without any medium, how could it be activated out of thin air?" Saying this, he stepped back into the room; the others followed, but Da Siming, unable to move, was forced to remain behind.

As Sun Fengzhao uttered a low command, he raised both hands and sent two more spell seals into the vortex; the water-curtain barrier rippled like crumpled paper, and a blinding green light flared forth.

The crowd buzzed with talk about Feng Ziling, while Lin Yu was completely ignored—they assumed Lin Yu had merely entered with Feng Ziling by chance. But soon they realized they were wrong.

"This is simply Heaven's will. I merely added a little push. Now, you too shall become Empress. May you serve as the mother of the realm and govern the inner palace well," Lian Sheng said.

When this ancient planet Earth fully coalesces, it unleashes its most formidable power; and when that supreme force strikes a single point, one can imagine the devastation it would cause.

The middle-aged man in the deep red coat, who held a fan and continuously fanned himself, spoke startlingly. His words made Makilov frown, while Stike, seated beside him, crossed his arms and watched like a spectator.

Lian Po suppressed his refusal, gripping the bamboo scroll tightly in his right hand, as if afraid Su Qin would snatch it back.

Yet as if sensing Ye Feng's intent, the Spider Mother's back suddenly erupted in cyan light, blasting apart countless fragments.

The Wei King's attendants wisely withdrew far away, yet formed a tight ring around all sides of the hall—clearly well-trained.

The third was the Snow Leopard Lord Ludewig: "I am Ludewig, envoy sent by the Kingdom of Kose to support the defense of the Theogna Empire." Ludewig's hair was short, black with a hint of blue—unusual.

After washing up, the group each ate some dried rations, then set out toward the Armed Police Detachment.