Chapter 572

Inside the cave beneath Tianxi Cliff, a section of the cliff face had been shattered by immense magical force, with spiritual energy oozing steadily from the crack.

Spiritual energy is formless, colorless, and tasteless, but this cave was unusual: a cold wind stirred within the crack, and a pond lay close to underground heat, its mist rising from the steam; the spiritual energy condensed where cold and heat met, clinging to the mist as faint white smoke that spread outward—visible to the naked eye—this was what Ba Tianyou and Li Wuya had unintentionally created during their fight.

Either become a free and powerful force, or become a meek and patient good person—the world’s operating law has always been true and cruel.

“I lost…” Zhou Tie shook his head bitterly; he hadn’t even seen his opponent’s movement, yet his weapon was already gone. The gap in strength between them was so vast that if the fight continued, he might lose more than just his weapon.

But Zheng Huifen didn’t care what Lin Feng was thinking—seeing him motionless, she didn’t hesitate and just started eating; she was starving.

Merina Viss trembled just thinking about the fierce battle she had witnessed.

He Chuan’s current life was a mess, and if it kept getting messier, trouble was coming.

After hearing He Chuan’s words, Chen Yihui didn’t fully believe him, yet He Chuan’s martial techniques were clearly unmatched by Peng Zongkai—even superior to them.

He Chuan froze at those words—what was going on? Acting? No one acts like this!

“I’m from the Church of Light, sent to confirm whether you’ve left this city,” the black-clad man replied honestly, swallowing hard.

Finally reaching the station entrance, Old Qin ignored my apology, and I had no energy to argue—I walked straight through the gate.

The next morning, after breakfast with Ming Lan, she mentioned wanting to go out alone. Lin Yan felt something was off; when he looked at her, he saw her face flushed—he immediately understood what she intended to do.

Is it over already? Liao Mujing’s smile froze on his face—he didn’t know how to respond.

Indeed, his answer matched what she had expected. If he had lied, Lin Chuxia would have felt better; she hoped he would lie—but he didn’t.

“You’ll find out whether I’m really an old man!” Qiao Chu’s face darkened—how dare he call him old?

And this guy, still standing there like an idiot in front of her—could he really not know what he was feeling?

Shen Mingxuan smiled but said nothing, simply sitting and watching Lin Chuxia pour tea and drink. For the rest of the time, neither of them left the room.

Such a robbery wouldn’t normally require Koviart to show up himself, but he happened to be nearby, so he came over to help.

“Li Li, what’s wrong?” The squad on the other side could tell her voice was off.

“Father, Qianqian is pregnant—sleeping more is normal,” Lao Gou said coolly, displeased with his father’s words but not voicing it.

“No, no…” Lin Xiaoxi’s dazed gaze suddenly snapped awake; she looked at Cecil, whose face was expressionless but whose eyes glinted with sharp menace, and struggled in Chu Ci’s arms, crying out.

For subjects to compete with their lord? That’s a joke. They’d only just gotten a few good days—none of them wanted to be driven out of Baishi Village over this.

When the gunshot rang out so close, Lao Duluoke’s dazed mind jolted—he twisted his neck to lift his head, and warm drops landed on his face, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.

At that moment, he was so moved he nearly wept—he had once lived in the mountains, and for months had frequently visited Yue Feng; their bond was close, and he had helped the Yue family find refuge.