Chapter 213: Discovery

The great hall built of ice was magnificent, yet empty of people, devoid of any furnishings, cold and desolate.

Ji Mo Zhi, Huo Linglong, and a few others circled the hall's edge, examining the traces.

Returning moments later, Ji Mo Zhi shook his head and said, "This hall should not have been visited for a long time; the frost covering the ground around it is thick, formed over decades or even centuries, and has never been swept."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment, then walked toward the back door of the ice hall: "Let's go out and take a look."

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Hearing Yaling's explanation, Kashu couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine; he had not expected such a thing to exist within his soul. Even thinking about it afterward was somewhat terrifying.

One guards Yang while embracing Yin, the other guards Yin while embracing Yang; Yin and Yang correspond to each other. If both are cultivated together, it becomes Maoshan's sect-defining technique, the Yin-Yang Spirit-Guiding Art, though the difficulty of cultivation increases by more than tenfold.

In the backyard of the stone temple, a solitary grave stood there. The tombstone in front was carved with "Tomb of Beloved Wife Xun, Left by Han Qing." A clear breeze blew, the bamboo forest swayed, and a figure wearing a black cloak with golden threads appeared, his face not handsome but quite enduring to look upon.

Chen Hao rolled his eyes, feeling that continuing to discuss with this lump of stuff would yield no conclusion, so he simply closed his mouth.

It was sharp beyond compare, tearing through the air; the rift extended from the earth by the lakeside all the way into the blood lake, breaking open a trench several zhang wide and stirring up waves of blood that surged to both sides.

Then, seeing the security guards beginning to walk toward the scene of the incident, the agent turned and roared at Chen Bali.

After dinner, Ji Ran sat before the computer, his thoughts chaotic; with both hands on the keyboard, he could not type out a single character.

One nunnery every five li, one palace every ten li; vermilion walls and emerald tiles gleam with elegance; towers and terraces faintly reflect the golden and silver aura, while forests and peaks wind around like in a painted mirror.

Zhao Qian, leading the way, was also pondering this question. Indeed, no one would casually discard something so important, but what this powerful person encountered, no one else knows; perhaps completing this game will bring the answer.

"Are you mad? You actually want to take the Fur Man back to the village? What if he brings revenge?" Chu Xiaotian asked angrily.

They entered the elevator, and the elevator doors slowly closed. He and Lu Xi grew closer. Lu Xi's pleasant body scent drifted toward Lin Dong, making Lin Dong feel refreshed and clear-minded.

"Yo, old Su, you're finally back; I've been waiting for you since morning." As soon as Su Wen stepped through the doorway, Shen Ban Cheng pulled him down to sit.

Seeing her expression grow heavy, Yan Cheng couldn't help but raise his finger and gently stroke her face, which now looked somewhat unnatural, then continued speaking to her.

The two brothers exchanged an extremely subtle glance, certain and proud, convinced that Jun Qing would seize this opportunity and try every means to connect with the two of them.

The space that had been somewhat oppressive finally returned to calm with the disappearance of that certain master, leaving the room excessively quiet.

"Mr., she committed suicide!" Jian Chen burst out of the elevator shouting; everyone in the entire hall looked at him, and the ring on Liu Nanfeng's hand fell to the ground.

The group sat at the dining table. Rao Kexin saw that Liu Dongyun still did not move, so she walked over and pulled his hand, which was inserted in his hair. Liu Dongyun looked up at her in a daze, and Rao Kexin smiled.

The phone kept vibrating continuously with short vibration sounds; these were all WeChat messages. Lin Dong understood in his heart; he hurriedly picked up the phone. It was probably still Zheng Hui chatting with her; since she hadn't replied for so long, Zheng Hui must be anxious.

Damn, this put Lin Dong in a dilemma. He was at Qu Yingying's home; how could he send her his location? If he sent his location, Guo Yali would know where Qu Yingying's home was. Lin Dong was worried.

The students coming to buy pills also began to look at these alchemy students with strange glances.

Gripping the arrow's tail, Ji Lingsheng flicked his wrist, deflecting an identical arrow shot from a completely different direction. The dark arrow fell to the ground, while the feathered arrow in Ji Lingsheng's hand also broke in half. This second arrow was much stronger than the first, and its angle far more treacherous; it seemed the attacker had put considerable effort into observing the terrain.