Chapter 548: Forgetting One

In the classroom, the third period of the morning.

Zhang Ningzhi turned her head and looked at the empty seat beside her.

"Hm?"

During this morning, the study committee vanished first, then Ceng You disappeared, followed by Jiang Nian.

The first two returned, but Jiang Nian remained absent.

Hmph, strange and odd.

Zzizizizi!!!

The printer emitted a shrill sound; Lan Lan reached out, pulled out the warm paper, and handed it to the other.

"The dignity of the shrine cannot be violated." The Enkawa Shrine was founded during the First World War by Lord Gu Qi as a sanctuary; afterward, warriors from all over Bei Mi voluntarily came here to defend the nation, and today's renowned Sword Society originated from this.

As for you wanting to soak instant noodles in boiling water and drink tea, if you've got the nerve, come to my door yourselves—I, Long Kun, have no time to deliver it.

Han Xiao naturally didn't know that whenever he became serious, his dragon qi would naturally overflow, causing his aura to undergo a startling transformation; back in N City, Xiao Hansu had been subdued by that very aura.

"How shall we arrange lunch, Young Master Ye? Will you eat here or somewhere else?" Xin Miao was overly eager, for it was an instruction from her family elders—those elders had strangely reached a consensus: they must befriend Ye Bai.

Pu Sheji resented Chen Xinghai's orders, but this man's status was unusual; before understanding his true background, he dared not show overt hostility or cause trouble for Chen Xinghai, so he followed the higher-ups' instructions and assigned Chen Xinghai to Dormitory No. 2.

In the center of the cave dwelling, a talisman array hung a snow-white cocoon in midair; now, the cocoon emitted a faint crimson glow, and a barely perceptible breath of life seeped from within.

Had Ming Guang's body not been even stronger than Lang Hongxiang's, he would have been injured by that blow; how severely, Lang Hongxiang himself could not be certain.

The black furnace's brightness dimmed accordingly; its thick, crisscrossing cracks seemed to narrow, and the massive furnace body trembled with a low hum as it churned.

Realizing his mistake, Jin Bi Xuan knew he had been careless—trapped in this bubble world, his strength would be restricted everywhere; if Jun attacked then, all his plans would come to nothing.

Han Xiao gently moved his hand; before Wang Xue'er could utter "husband," his scorching lips pressed against her red ones.

Yan Wan made no comment on her exaggeration; such an overly "vivid" color, she truly felt she couldn't wear it. Thus, when standing before Yan Yixin, she wore a faint, elusive smile.

As such, Lu Fei and Zi Yue'er could only fly over. Though this left Lu Fei somewhat annoyed, for Zi Yue'er it was not—she had precisely wanted more time with Lu Fei.

Verbal persuasion alone might not be enough to calm the two adversaries.

Huang Tai did not lead the group outside the city; instead, he circled through the city several times and entered a teahouse. The five ascended to the third floor and requested a street-facing private room; through the open window, the street outside bustled as lively as Shiji.

As long as a crack is burned open, Bai Li Aoyun and the others can use their inner strength to lift the iron plate.

When she learned Bai Li Aoyun had come back to life, her excitement was beyond description—more thrilling than her own resurrection; even her arms holding Bai Li Xuan Yue trembled slightly.

The main gate of the Imperial Examination Hall finally opened; Gu Ji ordered a unit to seal both sides of the gate to prevent disturbances, then led the rest of the troops solemnly into the examination grounds.

Yet all these events involving the Shangguan family were the work of Jie Fei; that day, Jie Fei sat in meditation at a hidden location, thinking: "Three days remain until the deadline set by the Lord of the Realm. It is time to deliver another devastating blow." With this thought, Jie Fei's figure vanished once more.