Chapter 205: Isn

Thud-thud-thud—

The two walked one behind the other.

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the narrow passage, stirring unease.

There was almost no light around; they could barely make out direction from the faint, inexplicable glow shimmering on the stones.

They had walked for about two minutes.

Wu Wang judged by his bodily sense that they had descended at least dozens of meters underground.

Ahead, the space suddenly opened up into light.

What met their eyes was

This was no joke, no teasing—he saw sincerity in the old man's eyes. Even peaceful Huaguo was no longer safe; demons and monsters emerged constantly, and more strength was needed to protect their homeland.

Yu Qiqi neither concealed nor exaggerated; she recounted everything that had just happened word for word.

"What? Does Official Zhao not believe this prince?" Rong Yan's expression grew stern, his tone tinged with displeasure.

Ranadef-Ajiali muttered "fool" under her breath, then hung up after wishing each other goodnight.

But it had only been three months—first the Jinghong Villa, then the Stone Forest Cave, and now the Phoenix Bamboo Pavilion.

"Bring the yellow paper and a bowl of clear water," I said firmly. Finding a corpse was no trivial matter—it aligned with cosmic patterns; one must know the birth date and time, plus other essentials.

The fans in the arena were already ecstatic—Yu Yichen had just executed a move common among forward players: a single-leg hop to shift his center of gravity, requiring exceptional ball control, bodily coordination, and flexibility.

If it were the former, she could still cry and beg for mercy; if the latter, given Li Lixuan's cruelty and his high regard for Su Li, she had no hope at all.

As it slowly stepped forward, the space that had been violently trembling and howling finally regained stability.

Don't be fooled by how Huo Kailang, Chu Fengyun, and Ji Yan drank on the Starship as if it were ordinary wine—they're all cultivators above Golden Immortal.

Qin Chuan is also a fool—ignoring Su Yunzhu, who has always chased after him, yet fixating on her—what's the point?

Gu Jingfeng gave a single glance to his deputy, who immediately ordered the soldiers to distribute all the dried rations into the hands of the refugees. The refugees bowed their heads repeatedly in gratitude, but Gu Jingfeng's face remained grim.

He hadn't counted how many steps Xuanyuan Potian had climbed, but since Xuanyuan Potian had walked the longest, he concluded the boy's future was boundless.

Perhaps readers will think this ending isn't perfect enough, but there's no choice—the contract stipulated a word count, so we could only write this simple, not entirely flawless, yet still pleasant conclusion.

As the bamboo flute began to play, the musician upstairs who was playing the qin heard someone below harmonizing. After a brief pause, the qin player frowned but ignored it and continued playing the notes.

This brat! Xia Yenuo's forehead darkened—how could a son act like this? He did it for their happiness, yet on their first formal meeting, he labeled him "secondhand guy."

The noble-clad youth blocking their path was decent-looking, with cultivation at Spirit General mid-stage; his talent was merely average.

Her hair was loosely coiled, replaced by a golden foil forehead ornament instead of a gold hairpin, adorned with strings of pearls and flower-leaves that swayed gently against her pale brow, tinkling softly; behind her bun, a pair of jade-and-gold hairpins swayed with every step, their long tassels rippling, radiating peerless grace.

But it was too late—right at the moment Liya collapsed, everyone present fell without warning, as if infected.

Entering the consciousness sea, an ancient aura surged forward, as if returning to the past; the scene before them was astonishing.

The Shu army retreated toward Jiaozhou during this time; the Cao army, having focused their attention on Southern Jingzhou, relaxed their vigilance over Shu, allowing Shu to withdraw into the border region between Jiaozhou and Yizhou without significant losses.