Good Thing We Invited Miss Ji

A rift lay ahead, with a stream gorge more than thirty feet deep below. The water surged downward, whirling into eddies and shattering against several reefs.

Over a hundred yards to the left was another tributary. The streams converged there, making the water downstream rush even more fiercely.

The four of them stood at this three-way junction, looking down at the streams.

While traveling through the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, one could not use the sun, moon, and stars to discern direction. This place was deeply uncanny; especially after venturing thirty thousand mountains in, directions became confused.

"Th-that was just drunken nonsense! Didn't you lavish praise on the Governor of Chenliu yourself? And now you've come to seek refuge with Lord Cao—what right do you have to criticize me?" Tian Feng immediately grew anxious, wanting to splash the dirty water back onto Long Chen.

After all, Li Wei still had far too many attachments. King Na was still thinking of him, Mu Qiuyu was still waiting for him at home, and King Qin was waiting for him to save her life.

"Was it you who poisoned me?!" The city lord glared at Bai Yifan with eyes split wide in fury—the eldest son to whom he had entrusted such great responsibility.

Even in the art of refining outer elixirs, Yang Mu had the confidence not to lose to anyone, even those who, like him, came from the Qingxuan Continent.

"Where there are people..." Zhou Zhiruo murmured the words once. She only felt that they made a great deal of sense, though something seemed off. For the moment, she could not remember what it was.

Hearing what Cheng Xi had said and thinking of how his mother and eldest sister-in-law had occasionally come looking for trouble ever since their two eldest sons