Chapter 365: When Evil Is Fully Exploited, Who Is He Looking For?

The Mingde Abbot was in a hurry; the next day, each sect received its assignment and set out for Liangzhou's Donghai Commandery.

As a top disciple of the Tianhe Sect and wielder of the Qingping Sword, Xie Qingxue bore the heaviest burden—she would accompany Mingde Abbot straight to Haipu County, the most likely hiding place of the Yinming Immortal.

"Go to Jiushan Realm."

Yan Wushuang blinked, doubting she had misheard.

"Jiushan Realm?"

"Yes."

The point was cut off by Andy; Qiudian returned home from the airport, anxious and unsettled, but as he stepped out of the car, he regretted hanging up that call so ambiguously—he felt himself acting like a man who didn't know his own mind.

Tie Rou was carried back inside; Tie San didn't lift a finger—others eager to repay her life-saving grace rushed to help. Even Tie Xingfeng tucked the blanket more snugly around her.

If she had been firmer then, if she hadn't followed Ye Qingting, or if she had later sent a sincere message apologizing, perhaps their relationship wouldn't be so distant now.

The operating room door finally opened; Xiao Zitian, as if sensing it, instantly lifted her gaze, staring unblinking at the doctor.

After securing a double kill on the bottom lane, Sun Yifan's Warwick fully entered slaughter mode.

Thinking of this, Feng Chenghui walked slowly toward the backstage, already planning how to wrap things up.

"Do you wonder why I wanted to see you?" Qin Yun asked softly, but no sooner had she spoken than she burst into a fit of coughing, her face growing even paler from the exertion.

On the way home, the two brothers walked in silent accord; Lu Jinyang had much to say, but seeing Sun Yifan's back, he didn't know how to begin.

I hid under the truck and peeked—there was no sign of Guo Yizhan inside, but I didn't know if he was in the rest room.

Both suddenly stopped; in that instant of eye contact, some emotion passed between them—until Yongsheng nodded first in greeting, and the moment faded into stillness.

"The Four Spirit Gods of Renzhong—I never thought anyone could summon you. Looks like I'm truly doomed today!" Yu Yaoran's smile turned grim; his heart was already as cold as ashes.

So the "hundred million" he mentioned wasn't empty talk—it was true. This terrified her beyond measure.

The historical figures Bahr summoned knew nothing of the Empire's current state; as the territory grew, he'd inevitably have to deal with these nobles—and if he knew nothing about them, he'd be hopelessly outmaneuvered.

Because she truly liked Qi Wanguan's temper—this fiercely protective, short-tempered nature had defended Xu Yin countless times in the courtyard.

Zhou Jiu still lounged on the sofa; the husky sprawled on its side beside it, the squirrel curled up contentedly inside a newly replaced trash bag.

"Sis, I've got your back," Yan'er clenched her fist at me, then winked, looking like she'd hold up the sky if it fell.

He repeated this three times, stepping in a linked sequence, leaving the pursuing soldiers far behind.

These outlying posts were all lucrative positions—he had no desire to return to headquarters, where life was meager and he'd have to strain his wits to please the big shots; nothing compared to the freedom of holding absolute power.

Bahr scratched his head, didn't chase after them, but crossed his arms and waited quietly.

The Dragon Tomb guard captain said nothing, leading Wang Long to the entrance of Wansheng Hall, reported to the gate guards, who relayed the message up the chain until they received the Dragon Head's own verbal order: admit the two into Wansheng Hall.

"Will there be more trouble tonight?" Zhang Lu still held Han Wei's hand after leaving the supermarket, utterly unconcerned about others mistaking them for a couple.

But now… under Ling Feng's gaze, Chen Ying felt as if countless ants crawled over her skin—uncomfortable, yet also as if a giant hand gently stroked her body.