Chapter 124: The Hatching of the Shadow Demon

Dragon Lizard Party Port.

Under the pitch-black night sky, three Icelandic warships were docked on the frozen sea, their raven flags fluttering in the wind. Of these three ships, one was the flagship, and two were accompanying escorts. The central warship resembled a floating fortress on the sea, while the two escort vessels were only half its size, appearing like immature children in its shadow.

On the deck, a truly eerie scene unfolded. In the man’s glass-clear eye sockets, within those watery orbs where her own reflection should have been, she saw only two lifeless, button-like pupils. Her father smiled at her and said, "Let’s go, they are all old friends." Leng Yiran puffed out her chest, took a deep breath, and pouted her cheeks.

"You can only choose first-year students, and they must be from the Card-Making Academy." The boy, seemingly uneasy about Li Mu’s character, added suddenly.

This Earl’s mansion was not as grand as the Duke’s mansions of Qin Qiong or Cheng Yaojin; it was not even as large as the residences of other Earls in the Tang Dynasty, as it had been built to the specifications of a Viscount.

This situation lasted for three days, during which almost every soldier in the New Army learned just how kind and approachable their regimental commander was.

Seeing Da Bin’s smug expression, I was truly puzzled as to why he was so certain.

Enel grinned, saying that this was indeed a bad idea. There were several people here capable of flight, and as long as Draig was present, such a notion was nothing more than a joke.

"To think you could discern that I am currently capable of using only a fraction of my strength—for that alone, your insight is extraordinary. I would like to test your skills." Han Tao held his jujube-wood spear horizontally across his chest, ready to strike at any moment.

Mo Yu and Mo Lian, who had remained silent all along, felt anger rising from within; their eyes even smoldered with fire, yet their expressions remained composed.

"Brother Lei Heng, may I ask you a question?" Zhu Tong suppressed a surge of emotion, deciding to guide Lei Heng toward a realization.

"Of course, it was taken for you in the first place." I quickly sent the photo to George without giving it a second thought.

Xuanyuan Qing nodded, indicating he understood. However, he immediately refilled the wine cup in his hand.

Fortunately, they had taken a special antidote in advance. Yun Jingchu and Dao exchanged a glance before continuing forward.

Her legs were impossibly weak; had Xiao Yuzhou not been secretly supporting her, Yin Yi would have collapsed to the ground.

Yin Yi briefly recounted the events in a few words. Bai Shu frowned repeatedly as he listened, yet he did not interrupt.

The Eighth Prince knelt to respectfully see his father off. As the imperial carriage hurried toward the inner palace, the Palace of Heavenly Purity fell suddenly silent. Yin Si only then snapped back to his senses, yet a tightness remained in his chest—why was it so difficult to handle this matter?

As Liu Mingqing walked, he felt deeply moved. It turned out that Guo Qingyun had become an indispensable part of his life; not seeing her for this short while left his heart feeling vast and hollow.

With a swift change in his hand seals, the clouds high above the city in the void began to shift. Like a Taiji diagram or a grinding stone, the cloud vapor rotated with increasing intensity.

"I am not like some people who go around hurling insults at the drop of a hat!" Zhong Nan had heard plenty about the censorate’s penchant for verbal abuse. Gou the Censor could not miss the implication, but before he could retort, Zhong Nan gave him no such chance.

Upon hearing the name Bai Shao, Mother Huang, who had kept her head bowed in silence, suddenly looked up, her eyes involuntarily revealing a trace of panic.

"Damn it, this move isn't working; flattery is getting me nowhere." I picked up the index and looked at the martial arts manual.

In the darkness, Ruo Fei did not reply. In truth, she had been like that too in the past—desperate to catch up to others, yet unable to do anything right, eventually leading to self-abandonment until there was nothing left.