32 Sandbar (IV)

The group looked at one another, their expressions filled with an indescribable shock. They could not fathom what was happening inside, feeling only a torrential surge of spiritual consciousness that made it impossible to enter. After persisting for some time, this phenomenon abruptly ceased.

"I could track where my grandchild had gone by that faint scent, and it was by following it that I found my way here," Qianmo said with a faint smile, stroking his silver-white beard as he spoke in a deep voice.

As the ancients say, the child of a butcher knows how to slaughter pigs; this is the inheritance of ancient crafts. The same holds true for witchcraft.

But when Bai Lan reappeared, she had been spun at such high speeds that her joints had all come apart. She lay there in pieces, like a broken, dilapidated doll.

The group walked along the long corridor. Because of the injuries they had sustained, their pace was slow. Everyone remained silent, their bodies marked by wounds.

"This is all thanks to Brother Chen Yue’s guidance. Before we left, our company manager reminded us repeatedly to express our gratitude to him once more," Jin Shun-ju said. She bowed formally to show her thanks, and Chen Yue had no choice but to return the gesture.

"No, I don't want to collect it in the City of Blood. I’m more familiar with Unam, so I’ll go to him instead. He’s a good guy," Chen Xiu replied with a smile.

Tang Zhengxin and Li Huaqiu were both startled to hear this, and Li Huaqiu reached over and gave her son’s ear a fierce twist.

"What are you doing?" Su Xing was taken aback, but then he recalled the words "do not move" that he had just spoken, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

After all, with no living witnesses to contradict them, the Yelu brothers could say whatever they pleased. Perhaps they had killed Yelu Dezhong for some other reason entirely.

Although Zhang Gongzi had heard that she was insane, this was his and Zhang Niannian’s first time witnessing her madness. He tried to restrain her.

"Let’s go. Since Nuannuan gave us the jade slip, we should head back and see how we can escape this sea of bitterness." Withdrawing his gaze, Wuyin took his two companions by the hand and led them back toward the city.

Liang Zhen was quite curious; normally, Jiang Zhu looked at him as if he were a wild beast, so why would she suddenly come to him?

A look of bewilderment hung on Lu Tianfeng’s face. The only person he could trust in Dongjiang was Elder Lin before him. Had it not been for the help Elder Lin gave him during his darkest hour, he might well have died in a strange land.

Who knew if her sect had any strange rules? To avoid taboos and better keep their secrets, Wu Chunxi did not ask further. Instead, upon learning that Nuannuan needed to build a residence, he waved his hand and ordered his men, who had arrived overnight, to collect materials from all around and pile them up at the mountainside of the Divine Tiger Peak.

Wu Qiuzhi first used tea to gently wipe the drool from her cheek, then took out an ointment to prevent infection and applied a thin layer before he could finally rest easy.

As for Li Feng and the others, they sat on the sofa for a while before turning on the television. It was only just nightfall, and they had no desire to sleep so early.

Wang Zheng nodded, his gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one. He spoke softly, drained his glass of white spirit in one gulp, and then let out a long sigh. The look he cast toward Wang Ming held a hint of gratification.

Well, Adjutant Wang found himself missing Meng Chi at this moment, and his expression as he looked at Han Xu was calm.

To serve a monarch is to walk with a tiger; this saying is no mere exaggeration. Presenting new items to the Emperor required the utmost caution, let alone new food—whether it was poisonous, whether it conflicted with other things, or whether its taste might offend the sovereign, all had to be carefully weighed before proceeding.

"Isn't that right? The first to arrive is the foundation, and the latecomers surpass them. Seeking Mother's help won't do any good; His Imperial Highness has the upper hand," Zhao Ling spun his web of nonsense.

Ye Ying’s face turned pale as she watched the spider silk from the entire space winding toward her. Unable to run or escape, she gritted her teeth and unleashed all the Phoenix Spirit Fire within her to burn the threads.

"What are you afraid of? We still have a chance." He Hao was not worried about failure; he had plenty of schemes and had prepared thoroughly for this.

Ling'er took Xiang Zhuang by the hand and rose lightly into the air. Feeling Ling'er supporting him from behind as he swayed, Xiang Zhuang felt his heart settle.

He was wearing large floral trunks and a floral shirt, paired with a pair of pristine white sneakers.

Qin Jin’s body swayed, but he did not retreat a single step. A faint smile hung on his lips as he extended his right hand and pointed a finger—it was the Wind-Thunder Tribulation Finger. A streak of lightning flashed and vanished, instantly rushing toward the beautiful figure.

Isn't that just perfect? In any case, she never liked him, not in this life, nor the last.

In this state, he could clearly perceive the changes in the spiritual energy around him. The feeling was marvelous and unique, much like the "selfless state" that martial artists dreamed of.

He wanted to follow them and catch them in the act, but before he could leave the factory dormitory, he saw Wu Xiexie’s car parked quietly around a corner.

Just then, a man dressed as a Taoist priest arrived and requested an audience. Xiang Yu was in high spirits and ordered his attendants to show him in.

When the time came, they would use their methods to spy on the secrets of heaven and see that you were merely surviving in the wilderness using the arts of an insect master.

Wei Mo-mai was also a Saint-level powerhouse, though he did not yet know which tier of the Saint level he belonged to. The levels of magical beasts and humans could not be equated; if a beast and a human of the same level fought, the human would inevitably win. If nothing else, in terms of intelligence alone, magical beasts were far beneath humans.