Chapter 304: The Depth of the Deep God

“Her… her life.”

“Was all of it planned by you?”

After Wu Wang fell silent for a long while, he asked with solemn gravity.

The fortune-telling Daoist naturally understood what he cared about.

He shook his head slightly and said, “Not at all. I merely offered a slight guidance on that day.”

“Her future still rests with her own choice—and within your decision as well.”

“On that day, had I not…”

“I see you won’t cry until you see the coffin! Brothers, attack!” The Right Minister of the Hall waved his hand.

Francis screamed wildly, but his limbs were weak and his voice feeble—he could do nothing at all.

“No, if there were, how could I remember nothing?” Bai Muyao clearly grew angry at her wild guesses.

“Look me in the eyes now and tell me you’re hiding nothing from me,” Xia Qin said with serious expression.

Indeed, on the way, Nicolas watched “himself” hopping around like a monkey, occasionally scratching his crotch, nearly in tears.

“Just now, the places I searched showed no signs of struggle on the ground. Cailian still had some strength left. If it were ordinary bandits, they couldn’t have taken her without leaving any trace. But if it were Ghost Shade’s people, taking Cailian would have been effortless,” Situ Nanyun analyzed.

Not just her—even Nicolas was stunned. The entire floor of the room was filled with dolls scattered haphazardly; Nicolas had no idea when Ailusha had come in and conjured so many dolls.

“This cultivation technique shall be called the Spatial-Time Shift Art,” Fengxian said with hands behind her back, smiling proudly, her face brimming with arrogance.

Having finished speaking, he calmly closed his eyes to rest, though his ears hidden behind the sofa occasionally twitched.

Now, not only do we have righteous cause—to avenge the provincial capital’s martial world and restore its dignity—we also seize the chance to wildly win hearts.

Thus, a new world is expected to begin roughly every 400,000 characters, though this is not fixed—some will be longer, some shorter. The first world’s plot will be extended, with more emphasis placed upon it.

He looked toward the clan chief; everyone turned to the chief. The chief hesitated, then hurriedly nodded, and only then did they all relax.

“Bo Yuan, mind your tone!” Bo Mingxu spoke coldly, making Bo Yuan nearly laugh out loud.

Ran Ling never tolerated wanton plundering of villages. Even these mountain bandits knew the stakes: if Ran Ling didn’t act, they wouldn’t dare overstep.

“My master is unwell and recuperating on the mountain. Had he been in the capital, given his ties with Grandmaster Gu, he would have come in person today,” Su Yun said.

After half a cup of tea had passed, an elder from the Phoenix Branch, the Yuezhuo Elder, appeared in the grand hall. After bowing, Qing Luo spoke.

Back in the office, I immediately pulled out my phone and called Wu the Immortal, but after many attempts, it always said the line was temporarily unreachable.

Hu Luochen had thought these were trivial, harmless topics, yet Zhou Zhengdao discerned enormous business potential within them.

Even Zhou Feiyang himself was surprised—he hadn’t expected even second-year seniors knew his title, “Master of the Single Slash.” He gave a slight nod, accepting it.

This scene was beyond Pang Song’s wildest imagination. How could he have imagined that Wang Dagui, whom he had kicked out of the team, had struck incredible luck—joining the famed Fire Dance Hunter Team, one of the most renowned among thousands of hunter squads in the Demon Hunter Guild?

“Master Liu, wonderful! We’re also heading there. Shall we book your accommodations?” Di Qingxue said.

“Yes, a whale. Let’s see if I can catch a whale this time,” Luo Linqi said, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Qiu Wanjun was usually busy, but when at home, she mostly cooked for herself, rarely eating out or ordering takeout. Now, her culinary skills had improved greatly since she first arrived in Shanghai.