Chapter 108: Snowflakes of Wuliang Wash the Ice Heart; Green Plums Never Match a Heavenly Arrival

This hall was large and elaborately decorated, originally meant for banquets at the Mantuo Manor.

Only two tables stood in the hall; Zhao Ti sat above, and Wang Yuyan softly asked, "Your Highness, is no one else here?"

Zhao Ti shook his head: "Poetry and song—no guests invited."

Wang Yuyan glided forward on delicate steps and sat at the lower table: "Your Highness, do you usually compose lyrics?"

Zhao Ti laughed: "I've trained in martial arts since childhood, never cared for books—wielded spears and clubs, never wrote a line."

Watching the Gao Seng place the ashes inside, he laid incense, candles, and paper ingots beneath, then scattered some boiled grains inside, muttering something unintelligible.

Quan Mo's breathing grew heavier, yet he uttered not a word, lying still, his chest rising and falling; An Ge lay beside him, clearly feeling his heartbeat thudding violently.

A warm embrace came from behind, tightly holding Li Ziyue's body, adding much warmth to that icy night.

Qing Shui couldn't help recalling when he and Duanmu Lingshuang were at Huaguo Mountain—what he could never forget was the look on her face when she called him "husband."

The Emperor's face darkened further; he immediately turned to the Imperial Envoy to demand accountability.

Most in the room were familiar to He Yan; they nodded to her in greeting. She faintly curled her lips in acknowledgment, took off her coat and handed it to a servant, then walked naturally behind Fu Shenxing, bent slightly to examine his cards, and without asking his opinion, played a strong card for him.

"You're fiercely loyal to your lord—the Prince won't blame you!" she comforted, and had it been her, she might have slain such an ungrateful wretch with one slash.

They all understood his meaning—this was precisely why they had come to this island to uncover the Old Gods' secrets. If they could stop this brutal slaughter, the dangers and suffering they endured would be worth it.

He Yan sized him up warily; upon closer inspection, he did not resemble the murderer exactly—his face was more refined, features elegant, gaze calm, with a serene air born of noble lineage, utterly devoid of malice or cruelty.

An Xia replied without hesitation: in Quan Mo's words, they'd finally gotten rid of the odd one among the children, so everyone's names could look better.

And wasn't Jun Hao supposed to have cultivated only the five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, earth? Why had he suddenly unleashed eight colors of light? What were the three additional forces? Why did she faintly sense an aura above all heaven and earth within them?

As soon as Heisa issued the attack order, the commanders of the five escort warships responded nearly simultaneously.

Even the thirteen Spirit Realm experts who knew Chen Zong had a life-saving trump card still felt uneasy.

They recently deployed the Eye of the Sea God and the Giant's Hammer—two super units—to the U. S., totaling three hundred men, including four top-tier X-class experts.

The entire emerald cold pool boiled, its surface churning like water in a roaring cauldron. At the depths of the swirling vortex, the faint, menacing eyes instantly expanded.

The Seventeenth Transformation: Lao Jun split his divine consciousness and descended as a mortal named Li Er, founding a teaching in the mortal realm, historically known as Daoism.

Same battlefield sword technique, razor-sharp and peerless—but when combined, their strikes mutually amplified each other's momentum; each slash's power at least doubled, becoming even more terrifying.

Thus, every security guard working within the Huanghui Shenzhou discharged his duties with utmost diligence, terrified that even the slightest oversight might cost him his job.

Ulysses, enraged, laughed bitterly, opened his mouth to utter a threat—when Joseph, the Vice President, suddenly grabbed his arm.

"I believe she'll come to apologize to you, treat you as her own brother-in-law," she said, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Location: Xiongbing Lian—Qiangwei. Location confirmed. Path planning initiated." Holding Yan with his left hand and Mo Qinghan with his right, Liu Qi leapt down, faintly feeling like a winner of the Ginseng Lottery.