Chapter 337: Journey

Mao Sanmei couldn't hear sounds, but that didn't mean she didn't understand what Tang Tang was saying.

She had been deaf and mute for so many years that she could still read simple lip movements, especially common words like "father" and "mother."

At first, she didn't pay attention, but she quickly realized.

Astonished and delighted, she even doubted she had misread it.

She reached out and gestured to Tang Tang, and from her lips came a soft "mother."

She lifted her foot and stomped hard on his foot; Tu Cang's face instantly changed, and his grip on her loosened slightly.

When I passed that stone pillar again, I noticed bloodstains on the head of the figure burned into its surface.

But Bai Cha, for her part, had put on every necklace, earring, and bracelet, with a ring on each hand—she might as well have had "I'm rich" written across her face.

Who could tell them why the enemy marksman and mage had such tough heads, daring to charge straight ahead and face them head-on?

Then, Ye Tianyu turned to Wu Ming and saw him walking around, examining everything; as he moved, she too began to survey the place and realized she had entered a massive array, one that supported the water of Jingyou Lake, as if enclosing the entire lakebed.

The company assumed she had left because her romance had been exposed and she'd been vilified; some media outlets, seizing on rumors, had already found evidence pointing to Yin Zirao, and the harsh words came pouring in.

"Hehe, Chief He's alchemical skills are astonishing; Gao has deep admiration." A faint smile finally appeared on Gao Yanlu's calm face.

Su Qingyuan was the Empress Dowager; everyone stepped aside at her passage, and no one dared to bump into her—no one would guess where she was headed.

In my right hand I held a bamboo chopstick; in my left palm rested a candle. I closed my eyes and used Yin Dragon power to commune with the yin realm and inquire about life and death.

Previously, due to various reasons, she had gone to great lengths to avoid suspicion, but after these days together, she could no longer bear to let him go.

In the time that followed, the cultivators present took turns ascending the stage for trials, yet those who earned recognition were exceedingly rare—truly one in a hundred.

As Long Yan's voice grew louder, the talisman in his hand trembled, spreading out concentric rings of black ripples, like waves rippling outward.

All the top factions had received word of their sect's prodigies; some rejoiced, others worried.

"Where are the siege engines? Where are the siege engines? Why haven't they joined the assault yet?" Zhou Yu suddenly remembered the two siege engines he had brought—still nowhere to be seen. These were the latest weapons, refined from intelligence schematics obtained from Xuchang, never yet used; today was the perfect chance to test their power.

The Fallen Divine Martial Lord gazed at the crowd rushing down upon her, and in her beautiful eyes flickered faint traces of resentment and hatred.

Finally, he had reclaimed his dignity—Zhang Rang would pay for all the things he had done. Of course, Zhang Rang would never have the chance to seek revenge, as he did.

Before him lay a colossal golden dragon bone, over a hundred zhang long, stretched across the ancient cave's floor, still radiating an indescribable pressure—or rather, majesty—that made Xiang Hao pale.

A muffled crash—the golden giant palm struck Sun Wukong, sending both him and the Merit Buddha flying; in the blink of an eye, they vanished from everyone's sight.

According to Han military structure, Liu Yong had declared himself Grand General of Chariots and Cavalry, a rank equal to that of a Senior Minister, with authority to establish his own court and govern. Thus, Liu Yong's proposal to appoint "Four Peace Generals" was entirely logical.

Instantly, several voices of argument rose around Jiang Yu; when he looked, he saw several weapons.

Well, better rest for a while and digest the roasted wild bird meat. These two gluttons collapsed wherever they stood, full and satisfied, overcome by spring drowsiness, and fell asleep.

Mu Yichun glanced at Dou Dou, curious how Dou Dou could be unaware of such a famously renowned beef—but after a moment's thought, he realized the latter probably knew nothing beyond eating, and let it go.