Chapter 766

“I just returned to Daiyi City, and the Grand Protector came looking for me—was he waiting nearby all along, waiting for the battle at Juyong Pass to end and for me to come back?” Xiao Yu asked.

The Grand Protector of the Divine Mace blinked slightly and said, “Though I am a Spirit Official, I am not ignorant of even the simplest Daoist arts.”

A basic divination and calculation is enough to determine the right time to find you.”

“If I came too early and couldn’t find you, what would be the point?”

Xiao Yu smiled with deep meaning: “Since the Grand Protector understands—”

“Forget other things—just look at the herb right before us now. On the surface, it appears flawless, but in truth, it contains the Eighteen Incompatible Herbs. Though it looks like an ordinary tonic, it includes precious ingredients like ginseng, deer antler, and angelica.”

Sun Xian suddenly had a flash of insight. He reached out, grabbed one card, and discarded one of his three East Wind tiles, lest the Wanli Emperor notice he held three East Wind tiles and grow suspicious.

The Green Phoenix turned her head, lifted her chin proudly, then walked straight in. Fu Jiushang smiled and followed her inside.

“...” Anna turned to the healer, her gaze clearly asking what was going on—but the healer was adjusting the position of her enormous wizard’s hat, which she carried on her back when not wearing it, and noticed nothing.

It’s said the Rot Rain Forest has an extraordinary abundance of herbs. Now that I have a farm, as long as I get seedlings, I can plant them directly and have a continuous supply of varieties—so I still need to find seedlings first.

Yet the Golden Crow Demon King did not use soul-searching techniques on him; after he finished speaking, the Demon King merely gave him a meaningful look before changing the subject.

Now Mu Zhexuan has returned, and spring flowers have bloomed—but she cannot see this year’s spring blossoms.

He also believed that since the place was an ancient ruin, it likely still harbored descendants of ancient ethnic groups, so he could inquire about news from the Eastern Sea along the way.

On the ground before the stone platform, five people led by the gray-clad man with glasses knelt on cushions with their backs to us, chanting an unknown incantation—not a modern dialect, but something resembling Eastern Sea speech, likely an ancient language.

Considering the current state of Sun Yifan’s team, Bai Manjun felt Chu Xuyang’s proposed rotation system for alternating appearances was highly feasible.

“Have the kitchen prepare an eight-inch birthday cake,” the server—no, the manager—instructed the attendant.

Andy said nothing, rose, and left. Bao Yifan glanced at her back, puzzled, and fell into thought.

She answered fluently, her glances flowing without the slightest ripple; Mu Yingchen could not detect even a hint of pretense in her eyes.

Wen Ruixiu and Wang Qiao exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked away. Oh right—they had forgotten A Rou. She was his fiancée—or his beloved disciple.

But before we could confirm the surveillance route, Shu Congxuan invited us to dinner again—at his home.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed something was off. More precisely, the people around Shen Ningzhu were off. Each of them wore blank expressions, their eyes not glancing at the stalls on either side, but fixed intently on Shen Ningzhu.

I played through it once and found it difficult. Pretending a game you know intimately is hard—and acting desperate when passing levels—is a real test of my acting skills.

So when he noticed Andy seeing him and opening the door, Qidian darted into the guest bathroom, hiding his entire expression. He needed to take a deep breath too.

Li Chaosheng’s handsome face stiffened. Guan Juer felt no regret. Survival! If she couldn’t pass the one-year internship, her future lay before her as a mirror to Qiu Yingying and Fan Shengmei.