Chapter 337: Below Are the Young, Above Are the Elderly

"Not willing to leave?"

Upon receiving Qian True Person's report, Zheng Fa was slightly astonished.

If Zhou Qianyuan had such feelings toward Jiushan Sect, he could understand, but Qian True Person and the others… still surprised him.

Since these people refused to leave, Zheng Fa had no intention to force them; yet when he returned to the main hall of Tian Gong Island, his face bore a thoughtful expression.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Shijie, seeing his expression, could not help asking.

"Impossible!" the Desert Red Ant Queen roared, discovering her arm could not regenerate, and her techniques no longer worked on Li Bai.

There wasn't much to pack anyway; Chen Xi was conscientious, found a fruit tray, filled it with assorted snacks, and prepared to take it to Old Grandma for a taste.

The rules for martial contests were set by each sect themselves, the prizes were decided by them too; the imperial court never intervened, merely providing the venue.

Yet now, that beautiful face flushed crimson with inexplicable rage, turning her bright eyes into blazing flames of fury as she glared straight at Shangguan Luohua and his group.

Everyone was bustling about, yet the atmosphere felt warm and intimate, making it easy to blend into this casual activity.

Hearing this, Zhao Ziling's face flushed red, and Han Shuangxue also showed a hint of unease, though neither revealed it openly.

The reason they had held out this long, besides the weather, was that the enemy's supply line was too long—it had to cross half of the Ancient Wood Forest, originating from the northernmost Wuyue Court, slowing the elves' advance.

"Yes, though I don't know what he did to the equipment, the doctors diagnosed him as a psychiatric patient, hence issued him a certificate for acute transient psychotic disorder. At least I know this guy is definitely not insane!" Yu Yali said.

Even now, Lin Yueru sometimes dreamed of the day when the Liu household was drenched in blood.

The moment they entered the gate, the scene changed again: above, a massive vortex of dark clouds spun endlessly, crackling with lightning.

The fifth prince resembled Xiao Xu very much; the seventh prince took after her more; the seventh princess now had narrow eyes—those eyes were an exact match for Xiao Xu's.

He pulled out the jade stone given by Ming Elder; it had broken in half, its internal spiritual energy completely depleted. But that energy hadn't come from the jade, for jade's spiritual energy was fierce, while this energy was noticeably gentler.

She sighed silently, glancing with the corner of her eye at the Fourth Prince—he had a fine appearance, handsome and vigorous, with an air of noble grace in every gesture.

Lu Zhanxiao had thought the same as Lin Yunying: both sought to leverage his status to establish diplomatic ties. Without prior communication, both were striving toward the same goal—a kind of intuitive harmony.

Cai Wu blurted out dumbly; everyone froze in place, their tridents slipping from their hands and clattering to the ground.

The troublemaking boy was no stranger to conflict—he shoved away An Zhiyang's foot pressing on his, trying to stand up and retaliate.

Hearing this, Huo Siyu didn't answer immediately; instead, he unconsciously rubbed his already round, full belly. He twitched his lips—he was already stuffed; if he ate more, his stomach might burst.

This was about one hundred kilometers above ground, near the bottom of the thermosphere, marking the boundary between outer space and the atmosphere.

If things truly reached that point, he would be utterly helpless, forced to watch helplessly as Huo Siyu was taken away.

Perhaps because today's match was a commercial one, Real Madrid's players seemed unenthusiastic, overly relaxed during warm-ups.

Xie Yunting seemed to recall something related to the chess formation, grabbed Han Feng's wrist, and pulled him running downstairs.

In his indecision, Miao Hongwei could only remain silent for now—at least, before making his final decision, he wouldn't speak rashly.

If they forced their way in, Liu Yan certainly had confidence—but unquestionably, the chance of mission failure would multiply geometrically. That was not what Liu Yan wished to see.

While the others whispered in secret, Baigui Yexing sneered over there; luckily this incompetent fool loved to boast before battle, otherwise Zhang Wei and the others might never have found time to report.

Liu Yan stayed with the four elders at the hospital until around three or four in the afternoon, then excused himself from his parents and hurried off to Qingyuan University to find his good friend Guo Yuan.

Han Feng's aura reached its peak; he roared and punched, his fist glowing with dazzling orange and crimson light, striking Lin Xue's ice palm with devastating force.

Aji knew he absolutely could not laugh now, so he lowered his head, held his breath, and held it in. Just then, Dr. Daimu opened the door to Aji's house.

Cao's army had previously maintained a stalemate with Jingxiang; if Jingxiang reinforced its forces, Cao's army would be in grave danger.

Hearing Cheng Ying's explanation, Li Yuling first breathed a quiet sigh of relief—if it was merely one colleague suddenly falling ill, it didn't seem too worrying. But when Cheng Ying suddenly shifted tone and hesitated, Li Yuling's heart leapt to her throat.

Li Song stared again, and to his shock, Han Fei's cultivation had risen two tiers in just two months of seclusion—from early Golden Immortal to late Golden Immortal.

As an older brother, Altor had never imagined he could possess such forbearance—watching an "old" man embrace his young sister without being able to get angry.