Jing Zhao took Liu Xiaolou soaring into the clouds, letting him feel what it truly meant to fly through the sky and experience real freedom, with heaven and earth his playground.
Liu Xiaolou darted in and out of the clouds, exhilarated beyond measure. Suddenly, he harbored an even loftier ambition and pointed at the bright moon overhead. "Senior Brother Jing, when will we be able to climb to the moon and admire it?"
Jing Zhao smiled. "When you and I shatter the void, that day will come eventually."
Yuan Huazi tagged along with Liu Xiaolou to mooch a meal. His sword had neither flashy moves nor earth-shaking momentum, only a sword mark condensed to the utmost extreme stabbing toward Jiang Tian's vital points. Not a shred of combat power was wasted; it was exactly like the Wuchang Blade.
Seeing Zhang Banxian looking every bit like a real beggar, Chen Fan hurriedly took several fish from a bag beside him and set them on the rack to roast.
At ten-thirty, Cao Xingwang was about to leave. Just meeting face-to-face left him unsatisfied, and his body felt unbearably uncomfortable.
The moonlight was like silver, spilling across the rippling lake. Distant mountains lay dark as ink, while mottled tree shadows rose and fell with the breeze. The scenery all around resembled a misty ink-wash scroll, intoxicating to behold.
"We're almost at the gate! We're almost at the gate!" Guo Zining lacked Lin Wanzhou's composure and chattered as he pointed below and shouted.
More than ten minutes later, Su Qianqian entered the main hall of the Chen family estate. Inside, Su Yue and Chen Fan were discussing serious business. Su Yue had just returned from Lingnan, and the table before him still held the cooperation contracts he had just signed with the thirty-three clans