092. Joy in the Inner Quarters

"Old Jia, come take a look. The Prime Minister and Guo Fengxiao have both written to me—one tells me to write another letter, the other tells me not to write again. Truly amusing."

In the mansion of the General of Pacifying the South in Hefei, Cao Xin laughed heartily, holding two letters.

These two letters from Pengcheng reached him almost one after the other, yet their contents were entirely opposed.

Prime Minister Cao said he had not seen the letter and ordered him to write another one to send over.

Guo Jia, by contrast, said bluntly that he had eaten the letter.

Two carriages halted one after the other beside the side gate of an old-style residence. The two men keeping watch at the entrance had long since grown impatient; when they saw them return, one of them turned and ran inside at full speed to report the news.

That face once again overlapped with the one in his memory. He propped his cheek on one hand and looked at her: how could there be someone so much alike?

"How did this fellow suddenly become so much stronger? Not only in strength and speed, but even his swordsmanship has improved all at once!" The experts among the onlookers had already seen through the mystery. How could the one in the arena not be aware of it?

Seeing that the newly appointed governor was young and capable, handling affairs without the slightest sloppiness, the people in the city felt a sense of security. Only then did the situation begin to settle down.

It was obvious enough that being wedged between Armenia and Parthia meant danger at every moment. Besides, setting out from Fraspa, a forced march of two days would bring them to the Parthian capital of Asakia. There heavy troops were stationed, and from there they could switch from defense to attack at any time.

Moreover, he had already confirmed before that those strange footprints were left by none other than himself. Now, thinking carefully about the matter of the backpack, he realized that the appearance of the footprints was just like the appearance of the backpack.

The Flame Lion King roared. Its body tightened, blazing with a bewitching crimson light as it sprang upward. Its flesh was so formidable it had reached a terrifying level; with a single claw it shattered the thunder dragon.

So, to be cautious, he did not plan to ask any more questions for the time being. He would wait until the time was right, then inquire carefully.

"Another satellite?" Zhao Qiankun was stunned. He had never heard that the main world had two satellites.

One must know this was before countless eyes. Once those words were spoken, they would certainly have an impact on Zhang Chongran's reputation.

There was no other reason: the aura felt at that moment was simply too intense. Especially when those footsteps fell, one after another, they sank into the hearts of all present, turning into violent tremors. Even the rhythm of their own heartbeats began to follow the steps.

According to Chang Xiao's account, the Beast Prison occupied nearly half of this world. It could be said that beast-prison people could be seen everywhere here; as a result, the living space of ordinary beast masters had been squeezed to the limit.

That crisp sound rang out with utter clarity, and at that instant Zi Xia's flawless body seemed to be struck by a current, shuddering uncontrollably.

According to the long-bearded wandering general, the passage out of the Fire Extremity World was on the Sacred Sun Mountain, and to enter Sacred Sun Mountain, one had to be led there by the patriarch of one of the great clans.

The wave of air still surged toward him. Having suffered a loss once before, he naturally did not dare to meet it head-on. Raising a hand, he seized it, and the golden staff was firmly grasped in his palm.

Meanwhile, the twelve Protectors of the Nation had bones creaking beneath the immense pressure. In the blink of an eye, beads of sweat the size of beans covered their brows; their breathing grew heavy, and that crushing force seemed like a mountain pressing down upon them. Though they relied on spiritual power to resist, they were still mercilessly forced to the ground.

"Fine! If you want to fight, I'll fight you! But as the wager, from now on you are likewise forbidden to have even the slightest thought toward Mo Qimeng," Jiang Yu said with a cold snort, his brow arched.

The two of them stopped and looked at Old De, unwilling to pay him any mind. They took a few steps, then glanced at him again; to ignore him completely would be somewhat rude.

As the clash between the two sword tips grew ever fiercer, she turned around, taking Yu Ni and the four clusters of Primordial Fire with her, and gently rounded that corner, vanishing from Jiang Yu's sight.

"We're no longer in the forest. Even if you want to use the same old trick, it will be useless," someone said.