Chapter 117: I Have a Plan

With the help of Nazia and Shaji, Aolangmuti left the hiding crevice.

The golden grassland under the night sky seemed quiet and peaceful, but Aolang and the others had no mood to enjoy the scenery before them; having experienced what they had, they felt an unease that some large monster might suddenly charge out from the darkness.

To avoid more accidents, they did not linger in the grassland area; after forming a tight alert formation, they headed toward the Hunter camp.

Upon hearing this time, Wu Shisan closed his eyes, stopped speaking, and showed no reaction.

His figure was tall and well-proportioned, his facial features sharply defined, his eyes bright as stars; every gesture and movement made him look like an immortal descending to the mortal world, elegant and jade-like.

Then, with a forceful pull of both hands, the handcuffs were torn apart; Ma Lingwei was already in too much pain to pay attention to any of this.

Yang Xuan's mouth never stopped, and his words were venomous, each one piercing the heart; this made Yan Luo's anger surge wildly, turning his face red at once, a sight that truly lacked the bearing of an Ancient Demon Emperor.

If Lin Yi had obtained the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, even a quasi-Emperor would fear Lin Yi, let alone them.

Xiang Yang and Shen Lang exchanged helpless glances and forced a smile; their sects had perished, so who would still speak ill of them behind their backs?

The pressure felt by the Grand Chancellors came not only from the attacks of public opinion but also from the urgency of time. Although they were still dragging out Shen Weizhou's appointment to Xuzhou, Xuzhou affairs had been proceeding calmly and orderly; no one could predict the moment Shen Weizhou would finally free his hands and formally intervene in Jiangdong affairs.

Born into this world where the strong devour the weak, they had grown accustomed to cruelty and cold-bloodedness and were long numb, yet this young man before them radiated a different light that deeply attracted them.

Time passed second by second; when the aura within Assassin No. 9 vanished completely, the atmosphere around them fell silent.

Seeing her like that, Ming Yan stopped speaking and continued eating; after all, whoever found it bad-tasting would know.

The Great Luo Profound Art was not an invincible technique, but very few Cultivators understood it; when the cultivation levels of the two fighting sides were not vastly different, a Cultivator unaware of the situation could easily have their attack rhythm disrupted by sudden changes.

"Time is running out!" Qin Chuan whispered, his voice incredibly old; looking up at the dark night sky, a few thoughts flashed through his eyes.

Rumors began to appear the day after the Princess disappeared, and the rumor went like this: the Princess's disappearance was the work of Prince Teng, because the place where she vanished was near Prince Teng's mansion, and Prince Teng was the superior of the Imperial Guard; if he wanted to hide the Princess, it would be a piece of cake.

However, while everyone was watching the clash between Yan Ru Yu and Li Yifan, no one noticed that a wisp of black qi had already climbed onto the Immortal Pill that was being highly revered.

Wu Meier's words suddenly reminded Wu Gang, and only then did Wu Gang realize what he had been missing all along. He had always believed that once Yuan Zi was found, Hua Hua would naturally be found as well, but they had been here for so long without seeing Hua Hua; if Meier had not pointed it out, he still would not have noticed.

For some reason, at this moment, Ming Yan immediately thought of Li Xuan; speaking of Li Xuan, he himself had not contacted her for a long time.

She leaned against the bed, looking at this tall yet fragile boy, and felt a special pity; she stroked Ya Dong's hair.

The weather in Seoul had been good these past few days, and the sun came out today as well, but the temperature was still a bit low; fortunately, Ming Yan had begun to slowly adapt to Korea's weather.

Wu Fan's ambition stunned the noble Lady; his words echoed in her ears like the whisper of a demon.

"Speak, what did you come to find me for?" Qian Ruoruo poured red tea for Yuan Xiyan, her eyes revealing a sense of majesty.

Instantly, cracks appeared on the dilapidated wall, stirring up a mess of dust.