Chapter 982

After a powerful push-back sensation, the business jet lifted into the air, and Li Dongling watched the scenery of Yanjing slowly vanish beyond the window.

“When we get back to Pingyang, take a good rest!”

Li Dongling said to Shen Xingyao beside him; this trip was the longest he had been away in years, and even he felt a hint of fatigue, let alone his assistant Shen Xingyao and the security personnel like Yang Zhi and others who had come along.

They had followed him out,

yet without exception, every villager stared wide-eyed, dazed, gazing at the scene before them.

The Shaoshan Sect leader Du Guo Yu immediately announced a night’s rest, with the eight slots for training at the Wuwang Spring to be decided the next day.

The golden body’s divine manifestation also grew clearer; the shattered silver vase from before had reappeared as a hazy shadow, one hand now held a banner with seven-tenths of its true form, while the flower vase had nearly solidified into a tangible object.

After a long while, Luo An finally came to his senses, realizing he had indeed advanced; he laughed heartily and pushed the giant snake off his body, standing up.

“Too many people are familiar with this sword,” Ye Feng said, seeing the headquarters master now fixating on his Sword of Fate, completely ignoring that they were still in combat.

I understand the principle of returning kindness, so before we parted, I told Jiang Hao and the others to persuade that Knife Master not to provoke Chai Juan—otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how he died.

Wei Zishu silently thought to herself, stopped bickering with Ye Feng, and led him straight to her grandfather’s office.

Jinzi was momentarily speechless; upon reflection, wasn’t that true? Though the Red Robe was a princess, she was still his nominal wife—what was wrong with touching her twice? He hadn’t even slept with her, and even if he had, she had nowhere to complain.

Old Fang finally revealed his reason for keeping Ye Feng; now, with a look of melancholy and eager anticipation, he turned to Ye Feng and spoke.

So Bai Chunshuang wasn’t sure whether Luo Qingxue’s arrival would make the boss impatient.

“In my last life, I must have owed you money! Come on, let me help you onto the horse,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up, placing one foot on the stirrup.

This remark carried weight—a kind of promise—and it moved Chang Ning deeply, yet he still had to play the humble fool: “Bosses, what can I do? Who else would I run into but you two?”

Perhaps after so long of turmoil, the thunderstorm hovering over Venus City finally grew weary and needed rest. On this day, the sky above Venus City revealed an unusually clear, bright blue—cloudless and perfectly fine weather, unprecedented in memory.

Second: the opponent was so arrogant as to openly challenge the entire Piaoyu City; under such circumstances, any passionate soul would feel indignant, wishing to beat him into the hospital—or even send him straight to the crematorium to be burned on the spot.

This time, he also planned to exhaust Fang Zheng using the same method—human Qi is limited; once his opponent’s Qi ran out, he could crush him like a mountain descending.

Chang Ning shook his head like a rattle drum, his gaze sly, constantly drifting back and forth over Liu Yutao’s figure.

As chairman of Mingguang Academy, he was a powerful figure in the Setan Star Region; ordinary people bowed before him, and even the most outstanding scholars, desperate to secure more research funding from him, spoke with caution and trepidation.

The fourth wave hadn’t even been resolved when the fifth arrived—was there no time to breathe? Was the system really going to hand Piaoyu City over to the sea monsters?

Li Dong rode on horseback, with a girl clinging tightly to him from behind—of course, that girl was Zhao Shutong. He had originally told her to stay at the inn in Datong, but this stubborn girl insisted on coming along, and he still remembered the scene that day.