Chapter 383: Magic Treasure Reward! The Restless Nan Gong Yichen!

The scene instantly fell into an awkward silence, as many eyes turned toward Yi Chengyin, making his face flush even darker.

At that moment, Lin Mo bowed and said:

"Senior Chongtai, Senior Yunie, Senior Shinan, and all other senior teachers… since the final character has been settled, we shall take our leave!"

In this small discourse gathering, Lin Mo's group had gained a great advantage.

Now Yi Chengyin had become the sole possessor of the final character.

For a junior to think of this and make such a concession was no small feat. In truth, it was rare for two sons of the same wife to get along so well—Ye Mingxuan's lifelong efforts to mend ties with Ye Jin and Ye Fan had finally borne fruit.

After unloading the cart, Lian Fangzhou ordered Lian Ze to tie the donkey in the back courtyard; Lian Fangqing and Lian Che followed chattering away.

"So you're leaving right away, then?" Jason set down his cup and gazed at Beidou with deep meaning; Li Fei's expression was also uneasy—they had barely survived together, yet now had only one day to share their victory.

Fuya had now fully calmed herself, realizing Ke Xin could not shift blame onto her, and grew even more composed, even pleading on Ke Xin's behalf.

The charge of slandering the master is enough to beat them until their skin splits and flesh tears—let's see if they dare speak recklessly again.

Watching Xuan Mei's expression, Xiao Lingfeng smiled faintly; after one laugh, something flashed through his mind, and his expression instantly grew solemn.

The Princess of Li sat elegantly and composedly on the main seat, head slightly lowered, as if utterly absorbed in sipping her tea, unaware of anything.

Whether because of Yan State or the Twelve Palaces, she could no longer return to her identity as Jun Wuxie.

"Hmph! My current Liuli Sword is made of every spare bone in my body—try to withstand this strike!" Chu Tian's seven-colored Liuli Sword was forged from his own bones; now he had extracted every bone not essential for movement, explaining why the sword had grown so massive.

Ye Lingyue didn't lift her head, her hands moving swiftly as she stripped the talisman bones clean from a Tian Nian Master.

Su Hongjian did everything he could to save them, but the wounds back then had run too deep—even those who survived would likely live forever in boundless guilt and remorse.

When Su Yue and the others arrived at the practice room, Su Junai had not yet come. Though they were on the same team, it was their first time gathering together; the atmosphere wasn't awkward, but it was a bit cold.

Although he had successfully activated his arm defenses and blocked the bomb attacks, his arms were now ruined, and his body had also sustained some damage.

Ruoshui chuckled dryly, finished half the bowl of rice, but dared not eat much of the dishes—she could see these children rarely had vegetables, all of them yellow-skinned and thin; if there was any food left, it was better saved for the children, since it couldn't fill anyone anyway.

They knew nothing of what had happened in the Security Office, surrounding Li Baoliang and offering to treat his burned finger.

Now, the elite special forces soldier meant to uphold justice had become a lord of hell—this transformation left Chen Zhan baffled, unable to comprehend it.

After this, Ning's wife's next words did not reach Qiqu at all; her mind was consumed by that impossible suspicion.

"Don't worry—Xiao Yan's injuries are healed; she's more than capable of protecting them." Chu Liufeng's tone turned proud when speaking of his sister.

Su Yue glanced at her private messages—mostly fan posts. She skimmed them briefly, then switched away, startled: in just a few minutes, she'd been mentioned dozens of times.

"The script has been revised—we all agree Su Yue is the most suitable for the role." Xie Yuan maintained his expressionless face; because he was always expressionless, he had earned a nickname in the industry: Iron-Faced Yuan.