What could Liu Xiaolou think? His only idea was to drag it out until the Qianshan Sect was worn to exhaustion, too lazy to keep stirring things up, and dissolved the engagement on their own.
"Many thanks to brother Liu for running back and forth and keeping me informed..."
"Aren't we family? Xiaolou, don't say such pointless things. Just tell me, what exactly are you thinking?"
"A couple of days ago, Zhang Xiaojin from Gengsang Cave—Daolin has met him too—made a special trip up the mountain. He told me about the benefits the Wang clan had offered. The total value was no small sum, probably around three... However, Cheng Pang was also a Divine Cultivator, extremely sensitive to fluctuations of the soul. He seemed to sense Lin Shuo's lock-on. He took out a bronze mirror, activated it with his soul, and waved it through the air several times.
This time, the Immortal Dao Alliance's resolve was immense. They would not rest until they had uprooted the Demon Sect, this poisonous tumor. From this Summoning Immortal Order, both Immortal Dao cultivators and Demon Sect members could see the Immortal Dao Alliance's determination, and its unquestionable aura of dominance.
With a long sigh, he had just turned to leave when something suddenly bumped against his right foot.
When Ying Qingcang heard the news, surprise only flickered across his face before he nodded and continued playing with Asha. Seeing this, Young Master Shen said nothing more and ran to the kitchen to help fetch the bowls and chopsticks.
As soon as Wei Yuan reached the entrance, he happened to see his uncle's Golden Cup van parked nearby. His left hand held a lavish spread of dishes, while his right carried an induction cooker, presumably brought from home for hot pot.
As the wife