At the hour of the Monkey, Ganzhu Ridge laid out a grand feast. Fifty-six tables were arranged in the hall, occupied mainly by the elders of the six sects, along with distinguished guests who had come from afar from the Five Dragons Sect, Shenwu Mountain, Jinting Sect, Xiaowei Mountain, and elsewhere. The sect leaders and lineage heads of the various sects and families of the Zhanglong Sect each had a table to themselves, arranged in four rows according to sect, cultivation, and status.
The Old Witch Luo whom Liu Xiaolou had worried about most indeed did not cause any great disaster. He heard that she had fought Jiang Xingzhi by the Tiankeng Drum. With Lu Boqi's help, Jiang Xingzhi was once again defeated and took the initiative—"girl, is this some kind of tyrannical contract?" Bai felt both like laughing and crying. He had seen this outrageous contract online long ago, but never expected Zhou Ziyan to put it to use.
Li Wei looked up into the sky. Countless red dots came crashing down from above, hurtling toward the earth.
Gu Yixin had not wanted to sleep, but Ji Mo told her, "Go to sleep. I'll stay here and guard you until you wake up." It was because of Ji Mo's words that Gu Yixin was willing to drift off in a daze.
What Mo Wuji cared about was not any of this, but that he had to establish his sect. Only after the sect was founded could he rely on it to claim a great deal of providence when the God Realm was restored.
There was no city-wall durability, which meant it was not impossible to quietly infiltrate the camp before them.
Of course, the most praiseworthy thing about Jincheng North Tower was not how magnificent its architecture was, nor