Chapter 160: Only Request That Incense Never Cease

After Bi Le left, Chen Ye finally had a peaceful night.

But starting the next day, leaders from other tribes began arriving to pay their respects.

They had all seen Bi Le come with a tense face and leave overjoyed, so they assumed this man had gained some advantage from Chen Ye—at least a promise that satisfied him.

And Chen Ye's display of magic the day before had terrified everyone into behaving, so they rushed to mend relations.

To be the boss.

"The two of you..." the mediator opened his mouth, intending to act as peacemaker and persuade the two not to continue fighting.

At the moment the sun rose, Hu Lu, the supreme elder of the Tiger Clan among the Beast Tribes, suddenly appeared above Ali Ge City.

A magical array spanning over a hundred zhang, nearly two hundred zhang, instantly engulfed the entire flat ground before them. Yet in the empty air, it seemed as though nothing had changed—even though Han Xijun had activated the array, it appeared to have no effect whatsoever.

Long Tianwei, the young master Long, lay on his bed, deliberately feigning a terminal illness, while inside he was exulting with delight.

Everyone knows that when internal organs are injured, one spits blood, and after spitting blood, the injury does not worsen—it actually eases.

The angels of the Sha Lin lineage were quite capable, having provided some assistance in Xue Yue's development.

"I cannot represent Chinese martial arts; I am merely a beginner who knows a little," Zheng Ji's voice echoed in the studio, and among overseas Chinese and nationals watching the broadcast, a sense of national pride spontaneously arose.

"Is that true? The legend that the River God entered the Underworld—is it actually true?" the great demon said in disbelief. The Underworld was the most mysterious place to mortals, even more so than the Heavenly Palaces. It was the same in the eyes of Daoist cultivators of the Demon Spirit Path.

The elderly lady rose punctually at four every morning, which was good for her health; though over seventy, her body was as robust as a fifty-year-old's, with not the slightest discomfort.

The Sha Lin family had also arranged a life planet for Duan Qiu, waiting only for Duan Qiu and the others to arrive.

After all, Lin Feng knew that Liu Fei, whether in status or strength, was far above the Wolf King; without Lin Feng mediating, to put it bluntly, a hundred Wolf Kings wouldn't even merit Liu Fei's attention—it was unavoidable, given the vast gap in their strength, and Liu Fei couldn't be blamed.

This is the realm of Tianwei: the original true spirit reaches near-perfect harmony with the physical body, mutually reinforcing each other.

Suddenly, Yang Sufeng sensed something, turned sharply—and saw Xiao Zifeng quietly appearing at the very bottom of the cabin. She wore the same black attire, her hands gently crossed before her chest, appearing like a lonely, desolate ghost.

Her ink-black hair cascaded down to her knees, strands and robes fluttering in the evening breeze as if she would take flight on the wind at any moment.

Without Abu's superior computational ability to evade all manner of dangers, it would have been impossible to survive this long.

The tables and chairs in front of Dong Jie's shop had been overturned during the fight; business was impossible, so Lin Feng prepared to help Dong Jie, who was lost in thought, into the shop, then clean up the "battlefield" himself.

"I'll take care of that white-haired old man." Ri Yao's eyes flashed with light as he chased after the fleeing Bai Xianweng.

The Miaire Navy had vanished completely; the bitter taste of war began seeping into Bures' harbor.

Before everyone had recovered from their shock, the Second Imperial Prince also petitioned to take Bai Fuling as his concubine. No one knew why he joined the fray, but his move succeeded in muddying the waters even further.