Chapter 277: The Hope of Soul Transformation, the Essence of Golden Core

Watching the Sect Master so absorbed, Master Pang beside him twitched his cheek and said, "Didn't you just scold him?"

The Sect Master kept his head buried in the book, ignoring him completely.

After a while, Master Pang couldn't help asking again, "What are you reading? Is it that fascinating?"

He knew that in Nine Mountains Sect, apart from Zheng Fa, this senior brother was the best in Thunder Art cultivation.

Now that this senior brother was so devoted to the "Introduction to Thunder Art," he must have made some discovery.

The Sect Master still

He thought that in Huaxia it was already night; his grandmother must be as idle as he was, so he began calling her half-heartedly.

Since no one cooked lunch at home, Lele suggested going to her place and cooking for me. For someone who had never tasted Lele's cooking, this was an irresistible temptation—I nodded without hesitation.

Since starting work, his mind had been tangled with his strange behavior last night—and he kept wondering why he had stopped, when the situation had been so ambiguous and out of control.

These past few days wandering around New York, Xingyu felt a strange sense of familiarity with many places, as if he had been there before.

It felt as if ten thousand steel blades were slicing her heart, and the impending separation crushed it to dust.

After leaving the barbecue spot, the rest of us—except Chen Li—were still fairly sober. So Lin Jie and Monkey Brother dragged Chen Li along, and we all stumbled back to the dormitory, supporting each other.

"No! You have no home. Since twelve years ago, you haven't had one—you've just been deceiving yourself," Nie Feng's pale face made Mie Cangsheng continue.

Xia Fangyuan merely smiled faintly at the corner of her lips. In just one day, she seemed to suddenly understand many things.

Suddenly, Long Yunfeng moved his hands, roaring loudly, and a blood-red dragon materialized before him—formed from intent and sword, its assault turned ferociously fierce.

"Jinhui, I'm not sure either. I'm afraid—I'm afraid I can't bring him happiness, and afraid of getting hurt…" These worries never left her heart.

Only when Qiao Xingchen finally reacted did he reach out to try to stop Tang Luoluo.

After hearing Li Meng's words just now, Tang Luoluo realized clearly: if she argued with Li Meng over this matter now, it would be meaningless.

Tang Luoluo still couldn't help wanting to discuss this issue with their General Manager Gu.

Precisely because the mayor understands this, he wants to use you to get rid of her!" Zhao Bingnan said to Chen Lifen, each word deliberate.

Fortunately, training didn't last long—Peng Yu called us back for lunch, saying we'd resume in the afternoon. We three stood up at once, didn't bother putting on our clothes, grabbed them, and staggered back to our tile-roofed house.

Having seen this invitation, the design was exquisite—the invitation clearly bore both her name and Qiao Xingchen's.

Zheng Cheng looked surprised, insisting he had no such maid serving him. When he summoned Qin Shi, she said a few words but admitted she hadn't seen the girl in many days; the old maids all agreed.

Xie Xuankun, who had once looked down on the sunset, now wore a serious expression—this sword's power far exceeded his expectations.

Outside the window, Gu Ruxu felt a cold chill surge from his soles to the crown of his head, stunned into forgetting to breathe. He hurriedly fled, leaned against the wall, gasped for breath for over a dozen breaths, and finally calmed down.

Yi Nan felt a pang of regret—why hadn't she thought of a way to stop Hu Zi Mei? If she really ran away… But then again, Hu Zi Mei was so greedy—could she really abandon her hundred-million-yuan inheritance?