Chapter 97: The Next Candidate Has Been Chosen

The Daoist attendant led the man in, and Gu Zhao and the others immediately turned their eyes to the elderly man seated in the wheelchair.

The old man had changed into casual attire; his gaze drifted coldly over them before settling on Daoist Yihong.

“Wang Sang,” Jiye Yuhui spoke first, voice icy, “is this the help you’ve brought?”

Wang Runheng turned back and whispered a warning, “Don’t speak carelessly—watch out for their recording.”

As his words fell silent

Wang Yifei remembered what Lü Yan was really like—wasn’t ignorance his very definition?

The big man leaning against the door was crying; now, as we pass the lower reaches of the Yellow River, we see how it nourishes countless acres of farmland, cities, and its roaring waters.

I twisted open a cola and drank it myself, but I kept watching the large dog crouched beside her—I recognized it: a Siberian Husky. In recent years, these dogs have become popular, mainly because of their striking black-and-white fur.

I awkwardly sipped my coffee, realizing I was no good at screenwriting—even I thought what I’d said was ridiculous.

Really? That’s amazing—I knew you could do it. Shangguan Jing gave Yan Shaobei a thumbs-up.

Starting from the Xinshoucun , the Demon Insect Emperor, once a heavy cavalry boss, grew through the endless hardships endured by players across the Saint Roland continent.

“Brother, I sense a great terror ahead,” Ling Baobao murmured, her face deathly pale, utterly devoid of color.

If this riddle remains unsolved, it will surely become the hardest puzzle at every future lantern festival.

The third prince saw Rui Cao and froze like a man turned to stone by Medusa’s gaze.

Liu Lingfei’s appearance was ashen, his face a sickly blue; his stare fixed on them, filled with one part hatred, three parts fear, and the remaining six parts burning like a fierce, demonic flame—his eyes glowed like ghostly flames from the netherworld.

You left, then remarried, got your papers, and vanished to Africa—how capricious. Life with Liu Anchen was miserable—you cut your wrists, had miscarriages—how could Mother ever rest easy? Now you’ve finally come back, and in a few months you’ll be twenty-two. It’s time to settle down.

Antique markets have been around for decades—everything worth picking up was already snatched long ago. What’s left are nothing but traps. You might think you’ve scored a bargain, but the seller’s probably laughing, thinking he’s hooked another fool.

In an instant, that young figure blocked every wave of pressure rushing toward him; even as he was crushed by the force of several men, his expression didn’t change a bit.

By the time Guo Chengling’s back turned completely red, Duo Duo stopped, staring at his claws, beginning to question his life… no, his fox life.

Zhong Wan found it merely wondrous, feeling no danger or fear—perhaps she was thinking of the nation’s scientific progress, or had simply watched too many sci-fi blockbusters.

Along every Sacred Path, the most brilliant light blazed forth, then coalesced into one force, flowing toward Sun Bing and pouring into the Nine Provinces Cauldron.

A figure appeared before them; everyone steadied themselves, eyes wary, watching the newcomer.

This guy came to Jiangcheng once half a month ago—for academic lectures and such—shining brightly, worshipped by everyone.

The crowd in the square wore expressions of shock, all eyes fixed on the smoke, eager to know what had happened.

Zhong Wan trembled all over, staring at the broken, defeated Ming Jiu Tai—her anger surged to the surface.

You Jingyan had sent Li Bing ahead with several soldiers, several li in front, to scout for their safety.

She had defended this person against all opposition, standing up for them before her senior brothers and sisters—yet now this person seemed to take their hard-won victory as their due, wearing nothing but indifference, making her feel as if she’d been deceived, her heart heavy and choked with bitterness.