Chapter 102: He

The river wind swept willow fluff across the floating bridge, and now many on both banks of the Yellow River turned their gazes toward them.

A young general, full of vigor, and a lady-in-waiting adorned with marten fur and jade ornaments were bidding each other farewell beside the river bridge.

Yuan Mingyue looked at Li Shuang, her eyes filled with reluctance; a thousand words rose in her heart, but when they reached her lips, they became something else entirely.

“The Empress Dowager sent me to see you off!”

Around Li Shuang, many people were craning their necks to look, among whom

Jason widened his brown eyes, staring fixedly at the cracked ground beneath Pei Donglai’s feet, his face filled with shock as he asked.

The poor Jin army had just escaped a night raid by the Song forces, and now they had walked into the encirclement of the Wolf Fang Army; if this kept happening, they wouldn’t last long even if they didn’t die on the battlefield.

Could it be that you feel a deep kinship, as if you’ve found a kindred spirit? The situation shifted to Tian Chen’s side—two cold men swung their swords at each other, even as they were struck.

Mo Yiyue had never loosened his grip on Xuanliu Chi, but seeing Mu Yuncheng’s cultivation surge forward day by day, realizing the mere Xuanming Duke was no match for him, he finally eased the tension in the taut string above his head.

Fortunately, one could still breathe inside the pool; if breathing were impossible as usual, one could only hold one’s breath—and then we would certainly climb out, and the awakening to the fourth level would be lost for sure.

The group followed the One-Armed Bandit God to Wangyue Cave, where now countless Bai Niu clansmen had gathered before the cave entrance, all kneeling on the ground as if in ritual prayer.

Wang Zongjie looked down on Dong Xian, for he was merely a subordinate officer who knew nothing of military strategy; Wang had marched his troops far, exhausted and weary, yet Dong Xian had the audacity to let him rest peacefully for an entire night—what a grave miscalculation.

Guowa had been observing this man for a long time, but the man had remained absorbed in a magazine, sitting there since they returned from outside, showing nothing unusual—yet now, suddenly appearing at the door, a sharp wave of killing intent made Guowa involuntarily shiver.

However, Linlin stepped back several paces, still staring at Ye Dongcheng and Lin Qiuya with terror, afraid they might do her some harm.

This talisman decree had been given to him by Lu Taihao; it was not a malevolent Daoist technique, merely one capable of gathering the primordial energy of heaven and earth—in fact, it was a rare Spirit-Collecting Talisman, and many would bury such a decree in their Dao halls.

Looking up, the man before him had long, loose hair and wore a thin brocade robe; turned away from the light and veiled by curtains, his face was obscured, but his entire being radiated a chilling coldness.

Shu Taifei had been peacefully accompanying the Grand Empress Dowager in the palace; upon hearing this news, she hurriedly rushed out.

Li Mao had originally worried the wind today would make outdoor dining unsuitable; Wen Gu, however, dismissed this, telling him that Tongcheng had had no wind for three days—perfect weather.

Three days later, a Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly arrived at Bamboo Sea Peak; after speaking with Qingxuanzi, he swapped Qingxuanzi’s assignment back—the Foundation Establishment cultivator took over guarding the marketplace, while Qingxuanzi returned to guard the spirit mine.

Dongguan Town did indeed have a Unity Restaurant; even though Chen Li had never been there, he still knew the place.

Strictly speaking, most livestock had merely had their necks or limbs severed; faintly visible were severed nerves still twitching, connected to muscle; silver serving trays were stained crimson, casting the banquet hall in a dangerous hue of scarlet.

The Martial Gathering was held on Baihua Island; Li Qing had never visited Baihua Island before, but upon seeing it now, he found it strangely unusual.

Without saltpeter, it was hard to condense the thin fire elements; without fire, eating raw meat with blood became the only option—compared to cockroaches, clean snow antelope meat was a rare delicacy.