Yuan Hong was an old hand in the martial world. The moment he heard the question, he knew there had to be more to it and immediately answered, "My son is at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. He hasn't cultivated a Qi Sea Shield in seven years. To be honest, I'm rather anxious—how could I not be? If we wait for the next chance, it'll be another ten years. The Dao art he cultivates has a Five Elements affinity for Wood; encountering water would suit it even better."
Ninth Mistress said, "There is a frozen lake on Weiyu Mountain. Would Young Master Yuan be willing to make a trip to Weiyu Mountain?"
Yuan Hong hurriedly asked, "Can it help nurture the Qi Sea Shield?"
"We just received word that the British have deployed a cavalry unit at this location." Lü Xiangyang did not even raise his head, continuing to mark the map.
Zhou Zheng's scalp went numb. He nodded and said, "Yes!" The dishes County Mistress made were not particularly strange, yet they carried some bizarre flavor that made every bite feel like swallowing poison.
Yes, that was because he had never intended to compete. He knew perfectly well that he was only there to make up the numbers, so it was enough just to make up the numbers without drawing attention, merely blending into the team. That was enough. He simply disliked giving up halfway, so he always finished running it.
Zhang Bingzhong nodded. Together with Gu Ruoli, he bound Dai Wei's hands and feet, carried him to the infirmary, and locked the door securely.
"This is Mower No. 1 calling the Big Stone Bridge stronghold. Please respond if received." Zhang Yu used the radio to call the Big Stone Bridge stronghold.
Luo Hao nodded in understanding. There was