Chapter 468

Here he comes.

He has come.

After five months of calm, he has finally arrived.

On his first day in Xianyang, he received this news; Dou Changsheng knew things had become serious.

This is Qin territory; Gao Huanhuan could find him, so Changxin Jun and the Emperor of Qin could certainly do the same.

This was also why Dou Changsheng had not deliberately hidden himself—only wearing a straw hat, not changing his name or appearance; to him,

After the victory over Japan, the Dark Heaven Guild dispersed, and after the founding of the state, it vanished entirely, as the authorities no longer recognized its status or provided any funding. Later, the Dark Heaven Guild split into three branches: the Northern Fist Sect, the Southern and Eastern Dark Heaven, and the Central and Southwest Windwalkers.

Zhang Fei’s face froze; seeing Liu Bei’s expressionless face, his eyes seemed to hold a shadow of gloom, so he fell silent.

Yet recalling how his two primal forces had been stolen, Chu Ge felt much more at peace; he took a deep breath, summoned two pairs of divine beast wings, and flew swiftly into the dense forest, searching for traces of the Wood Primal Force.

Ugh! So painful! Where am I? Am I dead? Is this heaven or hell?

It’s not that there was no reaction at all—the only reaction was vomiting. Though everyone had already vomited all over themselves halfway through, they were still continuously retching. Never mind the morning’s meat porridge—it had gone in one end and come right back out the other.

“Good! I really want to see what this future sister-in-law looks like, to have so captivated Brother!” Chu Ge nodded, smiling.

As Ling Xuewei sensed the man’s presence beside her and his unusual silence, she finally confirmed: Long Moxuan, like her, still held a place for her in his heart.

Noticing everyone’s stunned expressions, Instructor Zhang glanced at Ling Tian; with a sharp “thud,” he collapsed to the ground, his face filled with unwillingness—but he could not deny he had lost.

Who could have imagined that a world was merely a prison? Then what, exactly, was this so-called ultimate Dao?

Ling Tian pulled out his phone and examined it closely; indeed, there was no signal—not even an emergency call option. He sighed softly, turned off his phone to conserve battery.

He would still have to live here, constantly running into Qiu Qing; this situation was somewhat inappropriate.

For the family recognition ceremony, Wang Zhao did not attend, as he did not wish to be present at such an awkward occasion. Perhaps General Li and Wang Pei felt slightly uncomfortable seeing him.

Everyone around was listening; Hu Da could not continue the topic, as he himself did not understand why Zhuang had spoken out so openly—as if he were afraid of something.

From Xiao Yuer’s demeanor, one could see how refined the Xiao family’s upbringing and etiquette were; on Xiao Xiao, it manifested as the elegant bearing of a noble gentleman.

Though soaked in water and unrecognizable, the corpse in the river was covered in broken, ulcerated rashes.

Lu Haoran immediately grasped the subtlety; he told Chen Bwan to drive a short distance ahead and stop at an intersection.

“By the way, Old Zhao, your kid’s grades are great—definitely getting into university next year, right? If he comes back to our Sixth Construction after graduation, he’ll be an official!” Someone saw Lin Lou and thought of someone else’s child.

Jiang Kai paused, his brow slightly furrowed. Before coming to Shen Xiyang, he had prepared himself—he had his own plan. He originally intended to open the second branch in Jiangnan, since Jiangnan was wealthy and more receptive to such things.

The Emperor imprisoned Prince Yu because, in their view, he feared that if released, Prince Yu would resume his reckless behavior and continue giving orders.