Whether All Was Well

Wulong Mountain Cultivation Chronicles—Whether All Was Well

A plume of emerald green rose from the Seven Star Platform and, in the blink of an eye, reached its base before pouncing fiercely upon the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Formation. Along with that emerald green came a suffocating pressure.

Even within the military formation, Zhang Xiaojin and Fang Buai, who stood at its head, felt the immense pressure bearing down upon their Spiritual Sense. They could only brace themselves and hold their ground. The Qi Refining cultivators within the formation had their legs trembling; if they had not been warned beforehand, they would likely have scattered like birds and beasts by now.

The foremost Confucian General beneath the Asura Realm Demon Commander, once a man in green robes and with a white fan, whose bearing had been as fair as wind and moonlight, who could wave a hand amid ten thousand troops and decide victory—had now been tortured by Feitu Valley's Dead Apostle enterprise into an old man riddled with illness, unable to survive without medicine.

At that moment, although he was not familiar with Liu Jiaming, he could sense that this man was far from simple. Among the young people and the true high-ranking nobles he had encountered since coming to the Imperial City, Liu Jiaming was perhaps an exceedingly mysterious figure.

Qing Rang knew he had been wrong. He should not have felt pity for someone like this, because even if he were assassinated, he would only have deserved it.

Seeing this, Xu Yi lowered his head and drained the wine in his cup. What he had said was indeed true, but was he not also deliberately misleading Jiang Yue? Let Yan Xiaoxiao and Jin Guangyan's story begin with that accident, then. It was not beautiful or romantic enough, but