Chapter 78

But with Feng Qianxi's current cultivation level, the second scenario was impossible—so it had to be the first.

Dongfeng was about to answer when his phone chimed once. Their phones never rang without reason; if it rang, it was always something important. He immediately fell silent and glanced down at his phone.

If he still fails to comprehend this realm after this, people will deem him lacking in enlightenment.

Yet Yang Yue's heart was as clear as a mirror: the Crown Prince, stationed in Hedong Dao, faced immense difficulty in securing the loyalty of the great families and scholars of Hedong and Hebei, as well as their prefects and generals—it would take time!

But it was not a golden monkey; it could not leave this place, and must remain here—in this sacred ground.

She saw the long-absent smile return to her husband's face, though now his eyes held a new glimmer of anticipation—he must be longing for his wayward son to return home soon.

Hua Yu Heng dared not meet her gaze, shifting his eyes slightly away.

After all, in his view, Ye Tian was likely the one on the team who understood Lin Xiaoyi best, and facing the strongest mid-laner of the East China Regional Team, they should begin preparing their bans and picks right away.

Because if they arrived too early, they might clash with the Pacific Fleets of Huaxia and the United States even before the Black Angels did.

So she clenched her teeth tightly, suppressing any visible tremor in her lips so others wouldn't notice.

Those people weren't killed by him—but had he not entered the Dao, had he not endured all that he had, they would never have been drawn in, never killed.

Some pseudo-immortal cultivators, after obtaining what they sought in the Demon Abyss, immediately left the Abyss, for its dangers remained unknown—no one could be certain they'd survive to walk out.

The green light flashed again, another cyborg widened its eyes, mouth gaping to reveal sharp fangs, then its gaze swiftly dimmed.

On the slope, there were clear trails where people had slid down—there was no time to hesitate now; we charged downward, half-running, half-sliding. Had Master Cao not grabbed me, I might have tumbled straight over the cliff.

Watching the crowd below the arena, nearly all the ancient martial families turned toward Bai Long, Du Gu Tianya knew this matter was truly difficult—if mishandled, it might ignite public outrage.

His actions seemed to have returned to their former state; the aged, listless demeanor he displayed by day vanished entirely. His wrinkled face suddenly regained the passion and vigor befitting a young man.

The master himself died here—what exactly happened? Did the poison take effect before he could flee, forcing him to fight his men to the death?

Of course, so much time has passed—those elder boss-level monsters should be dead by now; otherwise, this map wouldn't be public—it'd be a one-way tomb, wouldn't it?

This troupe had been recommended by Sun Shi, the current Lady of the Grand Tutor's mansion—yet such a blunder had occurred.

In the past, Lu Qichen would have agreed with his mother, for in his eyes, Yun Suiwan was merely his most insignificant admirer—she ought to give him everything, endure his humiliation.

Added to that, the object was wreathed in flames, identical to the Fire Demon of Lingyun Cave—further deepening his concern.

She still couldn't believe Lu Qichen would abandon her like this; she lied to herself—he must have a reason.

A certain handsome guy stared blankly as his right hand was once again cuffed to the bedside table.

"Not impossible!" Almost the instant Old Fang finished speaking, Old Liao answered without hesitation, without even a pause.

They settled their soldiers, chose a campsite away from the main population of Chang'an, and temporarily encamped outside the city. Hua Mulan did not know where Daxi Jin's forces were stationed, so she could only have them set up camp here for now, awaiting future consolidation.

Wouldn't that make her adoptive mother, who already adored her beyond measure, love her to the very core?

Hua Mulan sniffed, wrinkling her nose with childlike petulance. She folded the letter neatly, then opened the box hidden nearby, slipping the letter inside.

She didn't know what she was resting her head on—it felt warm. Slowly opening her eyes, a sliver of light entered her vision; her eyes flew wide open, and she immediately rolled off Chu Xiuyuan.

A child of seven or eight appearing here, with such words—there must be someone behind him. And the child spoke with precision, every sentence tied to the rites and laws of Dahann State.

"Too bizarre!" Ye Ge's entire transformation had occurred so suddenly. Fortunately, after the darkest hour, he had not died. He touched the object on his neck that had just seemed to resonate with him—but it was gone.

Soon after, Elder DeLu emerged from underground, caked in dirt, disheveled and filthy, his clothes torn to shreds.