Chapter 915: A Tiny Smile

Mo Sect.

Before the blood pool.

All the Mo Sect elders were present, clad in black robes; some looked human, some resembled demons, some bore fangs, their pupils crimson, their forms all bizarre and grotesque.

The atmosphere was eerie and heavy.

"Old Eight ran away?"

"Yes."

"Why did he run?"

"Of course he ran—without running, he'd be dead."

"Then how did he know to run? Who tipped him off?"

That group seemed unusual, though now they all appeared worn down, especially when the strange matter was mentioned.

She began to discern right from wrong, understood what to do and what not to do, and most importantly, she learned how to care for her old father.

Their eyes met; within her pupils, a divine, lively gleam flashed with anger, her spear and banner trembling as if ready to unleash divine power.

Yet as the flying object entered the forest, Liu Qiao shifted his spell, activated Wood Transit, and vanished instantly into the trees, leaving no trace or hint of qi.

Standing in this office—the very heart of Konoha's highest authority—Kujo and Haiyi wore solemn expressions; the four seated here were true Konoha elders, and as long as their Hokage did not ask a question.

Aside from the island's native inhabitants, the rest were those who, like Hua Sheng, came from outside.

Of course, when the mood struck him, Lin Bei would venture out at night to Dohai Lake, using the Moon-Draw Technique to haul in nets of fish, catching rare species for a feast.

"My lord, Muduo is far too arrogant—even if he is a disciple of Zhang Tian Shi, what of it? He merely rides on his master's coattails," muttered the subordinate beside him, furious.

Lin Bei smiled and nodded in agreement; he had thoroughly inspected Heihushan that day, and the only thing on the entire mountain remotely worthy of notice was this blade.

He was puzzled—how could he possibly confirm whether the other had placed a handkerchief behind his back?

Yet in his haste to escape, he failed to notice that a scaleless fish had been trailing him all along.

A few beatings were nothing, but these hungry men didn't want to beat him—they sought the intoxicating, euphoric pleasure on his body.

Song Qingyu took it, opened the red paper, and saw only a few dates written: the fifteenth of the ninth month, the tenth of the tenth month, and the seventh of the first month next year.

No wonder he was a Xuantian Realm cultivator; though wary of Xuan Yu, he was no stranger to the world—in fact, he was long accustomed to such things, and now answered calmly.

Another human girl, dressed provocatively, stepped out from backstage and curiously sized up Mu Lingfeng, who was being held by Dorothey; but after glancing at Dorothey's chest, she immediately flashed a sultry smile and greeted Mu Lingfeng.

Ten thousand gold coins for a mid-tier Jin Se necklace—such a deal, if made public, would be snatched up by every major guild.

At the same time, Cui Bin sensed numerous demons lurking within the vast courtyard; he couldn't be certain only because the yard likely had a qi-suppressing mechanism.

In an instant, Li Youcai felt his understanding of the Space Dao skyrocketed in a straight-line surge.

At this moment, another figure appeared behind Feng Tianxue; his walk was normal, yet his fists were clenched tightly, step by step approaching from behind Feng Tianxue.

"Young Master Gao is too kind—it was Qin Qing who arrived too early. Since both of you are here, shall we board the boat first?" Qin Qing said politely, inviting Gao Jianli aboard. Gao Jianli nodded, instructed the driver to return to the mansion, and followed Qin Qing onto the boat with Jing Ke.

Li Jing forced herself to concentrate despite her depleted spiritual power and extreme physical exhaustion, struggling to chant the incantation; though halting and stumbling, she finally completed the full incantation.