Chapter 264: The Hard-to-Recite Sutra

"Then why are you here?"

Xia Wenbing sized up Shen Siyuan; though his clothing was simple, his cheeks were flushed and his whole body clean and fresh—he certainly wasn't a vagrant like them.

"I came to find you," Shen Siyuan said, standing up.

"This has nothing to do with Xiao Xue; I stole everything."

Xia Wenbing suddenly stepped in front of Xiao Xue; his words made Shen Siyuan pause.

Then he realized—he probably misunderstood.

At the twenty-seventh minute, Feng Guqiao appeared at the exact moment at Bian Yisheng's limited-edition luxury car.

Deng Shiyi was the same—he had just shifted his gaze from the four-star battlefield, wondering why he hadn't seen the strongest four-star blood mantis, when he spotted that figure amid the five-star mantis source beast battlefield.

Chen Long paid little attention to the blind Taoist's performance; he ran his hand over the white dragon's scales, which looked as smooth and new as ever, staying dry even when entering or exiting water—truly miraculous.

"Is this all the ability you have?" Gu Yuchuan sneered. "What other tricks do you have? If not, then die!" As he spoke, he raised his brow and swept his hand backward again, the upward curve of his lips betraying the joy of imminent victory.

Otherwise, they truly couldn't find words to describe Nie Yuanming's overreaching actions—could Nie Yuanming possibly be sane to say something like this?

Even setting aside the punch Wu Yanjue had taken earlier, just the fact that he flew from Yan City to San Francisco made her doubt he'd arrived after calmly organizing himself at a hotel.

Unable to do anything, hatred burned his entire transparent body until it dissolved into a wisp of smoke.

Rui Xiang sat astride his horse, staring straight at the southern advance; though the distance blurred his vision, his heart recognized it—the silhouette, the figure of his little sister.

"Don't be like that! Consider that I just helped you—let me stay with you!" Long Tian'ao's persistence was unmatched.

So when Yi Ning appeared, she believed her younger sister had returned; from then on, they were not just partners but family.

Now he felt as exhausted as if he'd run a marathon; sweat gushed like a burst dam, soaking his clothes within a few breaths.

On the upper deck of the ship, Tong Yuxiu was tidying Tong Yujin's private cabin. Originally meant as a common room, it became her exclusive space after Tong Yujin refused to share a bed with others.

"That's true—I really overthought it!" Thinking of Si Lang and Wu Niang, Tong Yujin lost her fear.

"Shut up!" Bai Mian glared at her and, amid the terrified gazes of those around, drew his sword outright.

Tong Xia nodded quickly, assuming Du Xinru would feed it to her—but she never expected Du Xinru to put it straight into her own mouth.

What shocked Li Yi most was Kapu's terrifying, ever-growing strength; once fully immersed in battle, Kapu became a relentless warrior—he never retreated or dodged from the moment combat began, always charging head-on, meeting Li Yi blow for blow.

The bodyguard silently thought, "Prince, you know so many people," then sat down and dined with gentlemanly poise.

The other prisoners also perked up their ears; having been imprisoned so long, they always sought amusement, and listening to others recount their lives before incarceration was a good way to pass the time.

"Mm." The fire that had burned away the invading ice elements had restored warmth to the room; the Divine One unconsciously extended one arm out from under the covers.

"Yes, what a coincidence." The commotion here was so loud—Yin Feng chose precisely this moment to appear, the most tactful thing he could do. Yin Rong sneered inwardly; no wonder Yin Feng was so naive, yet the Emperor praised him constantly.

Hearing this, Yu Qingqing fell silent: though the two had merely been telling stories, they had, through narrative, fully revealed the inner truth—making him vaguely understand the cause and effect of the matter.