Seeing Wen Wuniang Again

As for what it was truly worth, the old woman gave no answer. She merely rolled her eyes as though she had not heard the question, then urged Liu Xiaolou and the others onto the stone stairway.

They went down first, then up, veering left and right without pattern as they entered the mountain forest.

The stone slabs were covered in moss.

Liu Xiaolou glanced at the evening glow on the horizon. There was even less of it than when he had seen it earlier, making the sky all the more gloomy. Darkness had already fallen in the mountains.

At some unknown time, the ingredients needed for this eight-point dish actually included a Naga Skyworm's heart, Stardust Grass roots, and a Death Giant Python's tentacle.

Who exactly was the person in the fragment? Why could he never see them? There was only a faint voice that seemed to surface in his mind.

While they were having breakfast, the inn waiter brought over their proprietor. He first exchanged pleasantries with Lu Yu and the others before getting to the point.

Sometimes, these Divine Balls simply defied all reason. By conventional theory, they should not have gone in, yet they somehow did.

Whether it was Master Huiwu's "tribulation, love, wealth," or the mysterious fortune-teller's "survive a great calamity, Hong Luan stirs, extraordinary wealth and honor," both could sum up Lin Ruo's experiences over the past decade or so.

Five days had passed since the Fourth Prince, who had appeared out of nowhere, suppressed the rebellious Prince Ye and Prince Xuan with Consort Xian's help. That also meant the key ministers kidnapped by Prince Xuan had already been detained in the palace for five days.

Leng Moxi remembered something. With the trouble in the Capital City this time, she was even more worried.