Chapter 832: One Hundred and Seventy-Nine: The Mystery of the Ancient Mirror

One Hundred and Seventy-Nine: The Mystery of the Ancient Mirror

Clang—!

Ouyang Rong, having just reattached the bronze mask, was mid-sentence when he suddenly leapt backward a step—his bronze mask flew off his face.

Like two magnets with opposing poles.

In this incident involving the taciturn youth, his instinctive leap backward seemed as if he had been startled by the bronze mask’s sudden movement.

At the doorway, Huang Xuan, who had been preparing to leave, did not

Clang—!

Ouyang Rong, having just reattached the bronze mask, was mid-sentence when he suddenly leapt backward a step—his bronze mask flew off his face.

Like two magnets with opposing poles.

In this incident involving the taciturn youth, his instinctive leap backward seemed as if he had been startled by the bronze mask’s sudden movement.

At the doorway, Huang Xuan, who had been preparing to leave, did not

Zhao Xu found the three wooden huts strangely constructed—no doors at all, leaving him unsure how to enter or why he should, frozen in place, until he turned to Xiao Peng.

Noah plummeted like a silver meteor into the distant mountain range, his silver body slamming into the earth and carving a massive pit hundreds of meters wide, sending waves of dust and shattered rock swirling toward the surrounding hills.

“I hope that cat manages to stay safe and brings back word soon,” Taiyin said, disappointed; indeed, the sudden surge and collapse had made her believe for an instant she could immediately set out to find Bi’anka.

Soon, a tearing sound split the air, growing from afar to near, followed by another thunderous explosion.

Even information as dubious as [using dragon-blood tomatoes to attract a lion in heat] or [pretending to be dead before a earth-elemental bear to escape—useless, but if it fails, you die].

Hearing her words, Paul, who had been about to say more, fell silent, frozen in place.

“Ten portions of the restaurant’s signature desserts!” At the sight of the server, Alice immediately spent most of the budget.

Garen and the Vanguard warriors stood ready behind a solid shield wall and drawn blades, a wall of bronze and iron that repelled the assault.

“Don’t say any more… don’t say any more…” Shiya’s tears burst forth; she shut her eyes in agony. She had hated him for fifty years, resented him for fifty years—yet all this, she now realized, had been done for her sake. Her parents, her kin—they were all dead because of her.

As they spoke, a chorus of kneeling rose outside the hall—they knew the Emperor had arrived. The two hurried to the palace gate to bow. Tian Zhou smiled warmly and walked straight inside to sit, while Bi Fei took her seat beside him, and the Third Prince stood by in attendance.

She glanced left and right, then whispered, “The Emperor won’t name a Crown Prince again. Keep that in mind. Win your father’s favor—should he favor you, all will be well; should he favor the Third Prince, eliminate him!” Her tone was calm, her gaze steady, unruffled.

“How strong are these two sects?” Wang Xiao asked after a moment’s thought. “Qimogong has one Supreme Elder at the late Stage of Heavenly Tribulation, and eight Inner Sect Elders, each at early or mid Stage of Heavenly Tribulation.” “The Yin-Yang Demon Sect’s Supreme Elder is at mid Stage of Heavenly Tribulation,” replied Xia Tianyang and Yi Ke. “Including the Sect Master, four others are at early Stage of Heavenly Tribulation.”

The monkey himself couldn’t explain why—perhaps five centuries trapped beneath the Five Fingers Mountain had left him too lonely, or perhaps Bai Jingjing was the second person, after Tang Sanzang, to truly care for him.

“I’m starting now—both of you prepare to act!” Chen Mu took a deep breath, directing his magic power inward, surging into Yuan Ye’s body.

Zhang Hendie served Yi Shuihan devotedly, striving to extract more useful information from him.

Within the Heavenly Court, all immortals involved in the TV drama’s production and the TV station’s operations gathered together, raising their cups in celebration.

Bai Muliang’s actions had enraged Li Zheng to the point of fury; if he continued to tolerate Bai Muliang, Li Zheng would become a laughingstock across the land.

Shu Mao tossed a Tao character scroll to Chaoyang—they had encountered several enemy squads, all of whom retreated immediately, showing no intention to fight.