“Ahem, I’m rather fond of Li Bai,” Xu Wei coughed, stroking his chin.
“Li Bai?” Liu Dadao sneered, looking at Xu Wei with disdain, “Which brothel is she from?!”
This fat fool actually visits brothels! And he has the audacity to say he likes Li Bai?! Li Bai? Is this woman particularly fair-skinned to have such a stage name?! You like her, so what, are you going to buy her freedom?!
Hearing Liu Dadao’s scorn, Xu Wei was speechless.
The Peng Family Stronghold was only a hundred miles from the Five Immortals Temple, built by a lake. Most of its residents were ordinary folk who made a living fishing.
As the architect of the Wolf-Slaying Plan, Su Yunu was proud. She believed that once the plan succeeded, the heroic spirits of the Jade Shard Empire’s warriors in the Lingchuan region could finally rest in peace.
Zhang Meng remembered well. After ensuring Zhang Shaozhu was settled and showing signs of recovery, Zhang Shaoyu said little more, hurrying back to the Time Group to work alongside Ye Qing.
At the same time, the chaotic viewpoint in the Void World, as Ye Chu called it, began to pulse like a living thing, and vibrant, multicoloured energies started to emerge in the Void World.
Upon waking, Yu Hao’s first sensation was cold! Freezing cold! A bone-chilling sensation, starkly contrasting the scorching heat he felt before passing out.
After all, unlike the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the moment Ye Chu became the world, he had transcended the concept of humanity.
“That’s more like it!” Aoluo patted her ample chest, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. If Liang Dong’s abilities were as terrifying as he’d claimed, his strength might well rival Professor Charles.
In the past, everyone’s gains had been decent, and no one bothered to nitpick, so they turned a blind eye. But if the commission rates dropped, the once-idle folks would likely have to get busy.
They all possessed profound martial arts to cultivate, so there was no need to innovate. That said, in terms of creativity, both he and Yideng were a step below Dongxie and Xidu.
“No need,” Li Zhe shook his head, then added, “But thank you for saving our companion.” Li Zhe was genuinely grateful. Regardless of the second young master’s reasons for saving Lin Feng, he had saved him, and that alone deserved their thanks.
Many around the orphanage envied the children there, who suddenly found themselves living well.
It approached step by step, yet Jiang Hai remained calm, unchanged from before, even taking a few steps forward. Thus, that force was unafraid of flames or extreme heat.
Director Chen was in a bind. If the embassy people really showed up, things would get tricky.
This was Zhan Jiusheng’s true aim: ideally, to awaken the conscience within him, but if not, to trap him with this, buying some time at the very least.
The external situation was at a stalemate, with no major developments likely for a while. The Eastern Dust Emperor, gravely injured by the Nine-Winged Demon Dragon, would need a long time to recover.
“Heh, will you make a move, or shall I, or perhaps Xiang Pu?” Lin Zong appeared with two others, looking at his younger brother, Lin Heng, as he spoke.
By noon the next day, after urgent investigations by Dragon Soul’s operatives in Korea, two key individuals had been identified.
The stronger one’s abilities, the better one could discern the perilous exchanges in this battle, the shifts in each move, and the interplay of countering and breaking techniques.
As for what was really going on, perhaps the master of Luoyun Manor wanted answers even more than Qin Zheng did.
“These are…” Nangong Bu, seeing so many Golden Core cultivators around Chu Tianze, was puzzled.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want her eldest uncle to settle the matter, but the timing wasn’t right. At the very least, it shouldn’t happen until she had established a firm foothold in the Li household. This matter had come up a bit too soon.
