Chapter 635: Saying Goodbye One by One

"Teacher, I have a question for you."

In a side room at the back of Ba'an Hall in Tianmen Town, Xiao Yu picked up a chopstick and dipped a slice of unknown beast meat from the hot pot, dabbing it in sauce as she spoke: "When you trained on Wanshou Mountain, did you ever hear of the 'Fortune Cultivation Method'?"

The side room was small—just where Master Min usually ate alone and sipped wine—and with the small stove and hot pot set up, there was barely enough space on the table for more than a few dishes.

Su Qingxue watched the growing crowd of onlookers, her heart growing more anxious; she instinctively moved closer to Xiao Ye, reaching out to grip his hand tightly.

Mo Li thought for a moment, then said: "Yes, if everyone's gathered by tomorrow, we'll return to the settlement early the day after."

Rong Zhan traced her features, slowly leaning in to press his lips again and again against her forehead, as if utterly reluctant to let go.

Lu Man certainly didn't hear their conversation; she kept gazing at the scenery. The autumn wind was cold, and soon it swept away the gloom in her chest.

Qiu Yuning had spent time on the battlefield; she'd often had to drink with clients, so her liquor tolerance wasn't low—she'd certainly drunk enough to become pleasantly tipsy.

At that moment, Lu Mengmeng's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, then slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced to the side… immediately revealing a look of shock.

The glass on the balcony of the Huaxia Grand Hotel's presidential suite was specially treated: from outside, it looked like a mirror; only from within could one see the view outside—mainly for security reasons.

Ahead, near where the beast was, the poison level was relatively high, but not excessively so.

Perhaps this already counted as a true castle, with professional knightly forces guarding its grounds and hundreds, even thousands, of servants.

As Qin Tian had anticipated, assigning Black Ice Station assassins to monitor Jin Yang wasn't meant to rescue the three of them, but to eliminate them; Qin Yi's orders were to infiltrate Jin Yang's prison whenever possible and kill them, forcing them to reveal the location of the seal.

Even if the family members of the Young Master were well hidden, they might still be discovered—if they were found, both sides might realize something was amiss here.

Any spell array, no matter how powerful, has its own weaknesses and is far less flexible than a cultivator of equal strength. Once the method is known, even the weakest cultivator may be able to break it.

Precisely because time had become plentiful, I chose to step outside the classroom during break today, avoiding the popular circle centered around Miyaura Yosan, so I wouldn't be dragged into their conversation.

Hu Hai didn't look at what the corpses of these thirty thousand men looked like—he feared seeing them would stir his heart and awaken too much pity.

The Japanese soldiers climbing the slope had been pressed tightly against the hillside, but now, struck by this volley of machine-gun fire, some dropped dead on the spot, lying limp like dead snakes.

A massive two-handed sword emerged from beneath the dragon's wing span, as if an assassin had been hiding there for a long time, now delivering a fatal strike.

The last remark was directed at Lin San—he had remained silent all along, instead searching for the carriage's mechanism, trying to open the window to pull Li Zhen out; yet he didn't consider that, given Li Zhen's nature, would she leave the mechanism exposed?

All these people were watching the war, hoping to determine their future actions based on its outcome.

But if Li Zhen were truly made Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Strategy, his position as crown prince would become unshakable—and that was not what Li Zhen's enemies wished to see. Yet right now, Tang Jian stood alone, powerless; he could only turn his pleading gaze toward others.

To others, the yellow-haired man's death was absurdly strange; the other three groups could hardly believe their eyes.