Chapter 292: Return to Binhai

Shen Siyuan did not let his uncle-grandfather stay in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner for long; within a few breaths, he released him.

But even in those few breaths, he learned much, realizing he had changed.

He looked down at himself, then turned to Shen Siyuan with a look of shock.

For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words to express his feelings, only trembling slightly as he said, "This… this…"

"Enough, Uncle-Grandfather,"

"Isn't it said that the World-Class Auction House has several Divine Kings protecting this young sect master? Why haven't we seen them?" someone asked in confusion.

It wasn't fair to blame Aobli—if he could win the support of these men, his position as family heir would be secure.

"You're just as broke as I am," the candy juice vendor said, seeing this man was no better off than himself—perhaps even worse.

"Where's your ancestral tomb?"—this question revealed too much; even the Lord of Heaven couldn't help but chuckle, clearing his throat several times.

Fang Yi was dragged into a police car by several officers, but he soon realized the vehicle was heading outside the city, not to the station.

"Hao Chen, I've got an idea," Wu Xie suddenly exclaimed, as if struck by a brilliant, if foolish, thought.

"Impossible," Ruan Long growled, blood trickling from his lips, but his protest changed nothing.

"Xiangyang will be my seat of power in Jingzhou!" Liu Yong chose this, Jingzhou's strongest city, without hesitation.

But Xiang Hao knew this was impossible; still, he wanted to go to the Western Divine Academy first to see Dongfang Yue and the others.

"Kill him! Or we all die here!" The former sneaky, sly expression of the Shadow had vanished, replaced by solemnity and seriousness—the same expression he'd worn eight years ago when fighting against him.

After a moment, she returned to the sofa and sat down, then ordered her two bodyguards to leave.

Zhang Shao had at least kept Dai Anliu on the ground, fearing someone might seal the lid—but he never expected that moment of carelessness would let them slip through.

Luo Zhuoying listened to Duan Zhongyi's words, his eyes dark with gravity; he sighed deeply, helplessly saying,

Zhang Shao looked at the talisman in his hand, a sly, sinister smile flashing across his face—gone in an instant. But Zhang Meng and Ye Jing both saw it. That look was like a demon risen from the Eighteen Layers of Hell, terrifying.

Cao Xiu counted his troops at Linwei; all supplies were gone, and only a little over ten thousand soldiers had safely arrived.

Just as in the Primordial Chaos, even with a specific method of creation, one could not forge a world unless one was a Heaven's Chosen—here meaning a Heaven's Chosen of the Primordial Chaos, not of other worlds; the two are entirely different beings.

"Huh? What kind of talk is that? What do you mean ancient warfare relied on horses, but now it doesn't?" Xu Shu's eyes widened sharply.

He had already prepared his script, with a deadline of one month for broadcast—that was the minimum requirement—but when he dialed the number, things were not as expected.

So for ordinary beings, they are inherently the unfair part—and yet they still complain that Heaven is unjust. What else is this but a joke?

As Wang Yaqiao finished speaking, Li Gui and Yan Qing swiftly rose and knelt respectfully before him. Wang Yaqiao's eyes gleamed with authority as he gazed at the two and said,

Some things, you never notice while they're always with you—until they're gone, and then you feel their beauty.

Seeing the boss summon the university professor to the private space on the top floor, the guards stared at each other, mouths agape in disbelief.