For an entire day, these mists and clouds danced over Xiaosu Mountain, lavishly displaying their dance before Liu Xiaolou—their every gesture and movement, every frown and smile.
Yuan Huazi watched silently at the side for a whole day. Though he knew there was something wrong with the dancing mists and clouds, and had learned from Liu Xiaolou that they were the Nine Li Runes engraved upon the Nine Li Bell, he still could not see the secret behind them. Let alone him—even ordinary Formation Masters from Pingdu Mountain, Siming Mountain, and the Gaoxi Lanshui Sect generally would not be able to see it. With a sharp clang, Ling Tianyun's slightly tilted body suddenly shuddered. A cold glint flashed in his hand, and the Star Ze Treasure Saber was suddenly in his grasp. A magnificent sweep of saber light slashed across the curtain of rain, and the falling rain seemed frozen before that ancient saber, as though the blade had cleaved the rain curtain in two.
Su Shiyu knew that Zhang Fuxing had made up his mind, so she said no more. Yet she suddenly felt somewhat lonely.
Second by second, time passed. Wang Qianyuan stared fixedly at the reconnaissance ship's condition, while Zhang Yun beside him unconsciously gripped the armrest tightly.
Though there had been an element of bragging in it, it was still the truth, wasn't it? Back when he had discussed matters with Uchiha Itachi, just over ten minutes of talking had earned him fifteen million Huaxia yuan.
Concealing one's abilities was the way to survive in barbaric lands. With the Heart of Machinery's help, he could use this lightning to print truly flawless parts, but that would bring him unforeseeable consequences.
He had come to encourage Ye Qingcheng and prove that he valued her. As for whether