Chapter 442

At the same time, another place.

The Ageless Demoness, with no semblance of dignity, slumped in a large chair, gazing down at the visitor and speaking coldly: “Speak.”

“What is it?”

The visitor did not hesitate; light flickered repeatedly, and in an instant, a scene materialized.

Slightly raising his arm, he swept his wide sleeve and smiled as he spoke: “I have come to pay homage to Elder.”

Zhang Fan turned away, unwilling to let Yang Xianxian see the tears in his eyes. After a few seconds, he asked, his voice hoarse.

Many years from now, when all are dust returning to dust and earth to earth, who will recognize whom after drinking the Meng Po Soup at the Bridge of Naihe?

“Although this idea is truly excellent, it wasn’t my arrangement,” Zhou Meng said, thinking that given Emperor Rui’s domineering nature, if she climbed to power by stepping on his ministers, the emperor might come to deal with her.

Then, a luxurious sedan floated in and came to a stop in the courtyard of the Yong residence.

Lou Zhiying murmured: “Is it truly so?” He silently recalled their recent clash and felt his own progress had been astonishing.

An Xixi was exasperated; for days, Ying Fei had deliberately drawn attention to herself—suddenly appearing during breaks between classes or at meal times. At first she resisted, but now she simply didn’t care anymore.

The Ningguo Duke’s mansion had no shortage of silver; she didn’t want to appear too unusual—what if Lu Jingran came personally to deliver the money?

The young man called Young Master seemed to finally realize, stamped his foot, and ran off by himself.

As she thought, she couldn’t help glancing at him—hmm, was he perhaps her first victory? Just like the watch they’d just produced, he’d been the first to wear it.

Damn it, you shameless old bastard—who disrespected whom? He wanted to curse out loud; he’d always addressed Liang Yubo politely before! He’d only started using his name after they grew familiar.

Thinking of how they’d acted behind her, Luo Huixue pouted; it was utterly disloyal. Worse still, she’d been kept in the dark all this time and only learned of it today.

Luo Xiang couldn’t help thinking of himself—he wasn’t a seasoned enthusiast either; he’d only read about ten books.

But none of that mattered much; what mattered was that overseas, this game was also becoming wildly popular.

Though his heart was filled with fury, Jiuxi was a powerful being—his words weren’t boastful. Mu Chen clenched his teeth, his palms slick with sweat.

Freed from the binding of the Qiankun Lock, the mysterious aura of the Fulong Cauldron fully revived; crimson blood qi surged wildly, and the demon’s face on the cauldron seemed to gain life, glowing with shifting radiance.

Tang Long felt a flame of astonishment ignite within him—not because the corpse wasn’t the tiger or leopard (that had been expected), but because he hadn’t anticipated that the fake tiger or leopard could disguise himself—this was terrifying.

Once, she hated this face; now that it was ruined, she felt even more sorrow.

Instantly, Zhang Liang felt an indescribable pressure surge into his heart, as if facing thousands upon thousands of enemies.

The Moon God Sect’s followers let out cruel laughter; their various magic treasures emitted colorful lights, striking toward Zhang Liang’s figure.

“Mr. Matsushita! At a time like this, what’s left to hide? Tell us whatever news you have—good or bad, what must come will come,” said Hattori Taro, his tone clearly tinged with the despair of a fallen hero.

“As long as Heixin isn’t caught, I can’t rest. For my own safety, do I have a choice?” Chen Haoxuan said to Li De.

Indeed, even if she hadn’t tidied up, so what? He couldn’t hold onto this forever—it wasn’t a big deal anyway.