Chapter 293: Old Confidante

Jiang Yingxue felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity upon hearing the name "Great Enemy."

Connecting this with the personality of Shen Siyuan's mother, she suddenly thought of someone for some reason.

So she hurriedly asked, "What is Little Shen's mother's name?"

"Uh... I don't know. She is an elder; how could I bring myself to ask her name?"

Ruan Hongzhuang looked at her and suddenly remembered Shen Siyuan's mother asking about her own mother's name; how were these two people so similar?

When Lin Feng and the others arrived at the training ground, the originally spacious area was already packed with people, bustling and lively.

Having become the "Lord of the Wasteland" for a year, Xintian was only twenty-nine years old; compared to the ten million years of the Profound Platform Realm, he truly had plenty of time, either to squander his life or to continue writing legends.

Watching his apprentice limp out of the factory gate like an old man, Master Yao's smile slowly faded, replaced by a look of solemnity.

Moreover, a significant proportion of Earthlings had broken through to the Original Core level, or even the Qi Sea Realm cultivation; their lifespans had surged several times over. This not only gave Earthlings longer lives to advance further but also greatly increased their ability to transform and develop Earth.

"Enough, Luo Ying. Your Big Brother Wine Emperor isn't dead; he only lost an arm. In exchange for an almost impossible victory, that is more than enough." Wine Emperor smiled slightly, his cloudy eyes full of clarity.

Seeing this, Zhao Jingwen took out her phone, directly found Chen Xu's name, and called. Unfortunately, the dial tone inside the phone kept ringing, but she never heard Chen Xu answer.

Hearing the conversation between Fang Jin and Xue Shan, Xue Jun asked in confusion, "Father, do you perhaps intend for him to go?"

"You should go back too and rest well to heal. The Earth-Travel Fan is already lost; tomorrow, we must obtain that Iron-Bone Ginseng."

"It was a blue bundle with white dots. I don't know what was inside, but that old fellow Huyan Ao never parted with it since entering the inn, so it must contain something valuable."

The people on both sides of the corridor met at the corner. The two men who had been speaking, one in his thirties and one just over twenty, were both very handsome; they saw Wang Shan and Qin Yun'er turning the corner.

"I heard Your Majesty's several personal soldiers are recruiting soldiers and selecting officials in the occupied zone; is this true?" Thomas asked coldly again.

"No rush. Just say whatever you need; no need to beat around the bush with me," Zhao Feng's Third Uncle said to me straightforwardly on the other end.

"Then, last Wednesday night, which was the night you first moved in here, what did you do?" After extinguishing the medicine in his hand, Qin Zhili immediately threw another question at Yuan Quan.

I thought for a moment and truly had no excuse to object, but lacking important clues, I believed Bureau Chief Tian would find nothing, so I raised no objection.

The two jade pendants trembled incessantly, their colors flowing like blood, emitting a sound like chimes, pleasant and melodious. With the sound, a burst of crimson light suddenly expanded, instantly enveloping the two of them.

Big Tooth lay in bed, drowsily feeling an itch on his face. He reached out and scratched it, suddenly touching something as fine as a hair. He paid no attention and continued sleeping, but the itch grew worse.

Yingye's previously beautiful complexion suddenly stiffened at this moment; seeing her current state, it seemed she believed the words of Fatty and Old Bureau Chief.

"Alright, thank you, Master," I thanked the Master. Seeing the Master's ruddy complexion, I estimated he had done many good deeds in his daily life and performed many acts of kindness.

They chatted until the east turned fish-belly white and the campfire's glow was no longer dazzling, when the two finally stopped, still reluctant to part.