Chapter 477: The Master

Shi Nandang stood within the array, his hand never ceasing to form talismans, his eyes fixed on the Xianxian Sword, filled with worry.

The Xianxian Sword had been unruly these past days; even the seven Soul Transformation experts struggled to control it—now with Li Hao in charge, he naturally feared for the worst.

After all, though Li Hao had decent talent, he was merely a Nascent Soul cultivator; if he failed to handle it and the array faltered, he could never bear the consequence.

The Xianxian Sword still writhed, its struggles even fiercer than before, making his heart sink.

After a moment, Shi Wan Yin could no longer hold back and spoke first: “Just tell me straight what punishment you’re giving me—why bother brewing tea for me?” This truly worried him; had she thought up some new game again?

The silver-white blade, forged from pure steel, reflected the sunset’s glow; though devoid of ornamentation, it still radiated an air of profound mystery.

But I didn’t want to return to that home without kinship; after wandering for days, I happened to meet an old childhood friend about to journey west for trade. With nowhere else to go, I followed him here—and by chance, stepped into the Golden Den.

“Alright.” After bidding farewell to the Guardian General, Su Mu vanished; only Tang Chuan and Huang Si Jiu remained.

Saying this, she seized Xiao Feng’s hand and moved to drag him out—but Sunuoqi would never let them leave so easily.

After exchanging a smile with Xiang Shao Kang, Ruan Zhi Nan gripped the Feng Ran Sword wrapped in white cloth behind his back.

Having studied the drug lords, Han Fei knew these desperate men were highly alert; after walking only a few steps, he vanished into the trees on either side.

After whispering, Liang Bo calmly glanced at Yun Xuan, then sighed softly and walked slowly toward the guest room.

“Jie jie jie…” Something even stranger occurred: a strange laughter emerged from the bellies of the dozen men.

Tang Chuan realized: these few were true friends; what had just happened was merely a joke to them, unlikely to damage their bond.

He said this not to take advantage, but to ease the other’s tension, to distract her—and thus lessen her sense of bodily cold.

“Huhuh… huhuhuh…” Ling suddenly lifted her nose, sniffing the air as if detecting something strange.

The horn sounded; the Western Alliance began to regroup—apparently, they had no intention of fighting. Jiang An Yi arrived at the East Gate; twenty thousand troops stood ready. Jiang An Yong, He Xigui, Pu Tianhao, and others stood alert beside their horses, awaiting Jiang An Yi’s arrival.

Qi Hao was happy to support them; he had more than enough money now—he was already a billionaire.

The wedding day was grand indeed: drums and gongs thundered, firecrackers cracked. Zi Xuan had gone to keep Ya Ya company the night before, while I stayed with Xuan Yun all day. Today was his wedding, yet Xuan Yun’s expression remained as calm as ever.

Qin Ming hadn’t expected the Black Fatty to possess such logical thinking—indeed, being a boss required more than just ruthlessness; the Black Fatty had his merits.

Qin Zhen acted with astonishing speed; as he’d claimed, he returned from outside in just twelve minutes—by then, the elderly Cao man had only just finished his third cup of tea.

After speaking, Huang Shang buried her head in Cheng Xin’s shoulder and burst into loud sobs, a sound so heart-wrenching that Cheng Xin’s eyes grew red; she knew Huang Shang had repeatedly entered her office for Shitan , bearing multiplied pressure and anxiety.

“Good. Please, young hero, lend us your strength—we leave this area now!” Gu Jie Yong spoke, then suddenly unleashed a burst of her internal true qi from her palm, slapping it into the air.

After speaking, she retracted her outward red energy waves and gestured for us to withdraw our own.