Chapter 731: The Price of Loyalty

That night, with a bright moon and few stars, a fleet set out quietly from the outer ferry of Yuzhang, forming a single-file line and heading north along the Gan River.

The waters of the Gan River gleamed with an iron-cold light in the spring night. All around there was only the sound of ripples, a silence so deep it was frightening.

Liang Chongyi, the main general of the Jing-Xiang naval force that had set out from Yuzhang City, gripped the mast of the tower ship with both hands, his knuckles nearly embedding themselves into the damp, cold wood grain.

Perhaps from nervousness, perhaps from excitement, perhaps from fear, he

From the present outcome we can also infer the original course of events—after the matter with Batur Mönkh, Yisi Mayin must have gradually wavered in his own plans, because he realized that no matter what, he could not find a truly reliable method to ensure that Batur Mönkh would not settle accounts with him in the future.

After all, any jade ornament, as long as it is not the large display type, mostly needs a model's complement to showcase its brilliance to the fullest, right?

The firewood in the fire crackled and popped, like the trembling hearts of the bandits. Wen Damao, panting heavily, stepped forward a few paces.

Xing Zeyuan agreed with Qiong Ling's words and put an arm around his shoulder. Gan Suo remained silent the whole time. Qiong Ling knew he had touched on a sore spot and quickly changed the subject.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xuan raised a hand and weakly blocked him, then stepped back and said with a smile: "I'm… fine… we're fine… everyone, we're leaving!" So all the mandrills, hearing her words, gradually began to gather toward her.

Old friends reuniting, with no distance between them, they sang and joked all the way, making Qu Bo and the others self-penalize with three cups each as punishment for arriving late.

Si Yi was extremely anxious, but years of life-and-death situations had not been for nothing—with death right behind him, he instead calmed down. This stone door must be some kind of mechanism, otherwise it could not have been made like this.

"Without consciousness, what's the point of preserving the body!" Ji Zhou's face was so wrinkled it scrunched into a single mass as he spoke.

"Empty bluster. Mo Zhiyao, I'll advise you one last time—hand over the Genesis Wood Spirit and everything on you. I can take responsibility and spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." The greed in his heart made Leng Xuan finally cast that feeling from his mind, then he said coldly to Mo Zhiyao.

A drive of several dozen minutes. Qu Bo drove while constantly watching the situation behind him, and after a stretch of anxiety, finally arrived safely at the studio.

"The great gate will close after one cup of tea, and will not open again for a month! Think it through, then come in." The Lord of Darkness finished his reminder, turned, and flew into the Dark Palace.

Earlier, Mu Qingsu had already anticipated that someone would come to do Ji Weiwei harm, and had told her to be mindful of the force she used. Of course, this time she had indeed deliberately held back somewhat; otherwise, that man would not merely have been knocked unconscious by the blade.

Occasionally, one could still hear the crisp "ding-ding-dong-dong…" sounds he made as he stirred the water, like pleasant wind chimes, adding a few more touches of languid leisure.

Zhan Long, Chu Ju, and the others could not even kneel—they were pressed flat against the ground, their bodies as though pinned beneath a great mountain.

In the prologue, Meng Xin had written that Ye Yuan had another name in the online world: "Oubu Chunsheng." And in fact, the source of this name was Meng Xin's own screen name.

"Brother Yu, after we graduate from training, can we really join your Special Forces brigade too?" He Ziyang excitedly continued the earlier question. After talking, he was no longer afraid and directly called him Brother Yu.

Just as his gaze dropped, a sudden shout erupted from the grass. A figure burst forth, a broken sword thrusting out in one strike.

Fahai pressed his hands together, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful, and chanted a Buddhist invocation. Seeing this, Meng Changsheng said no more and struck directly.