"Within five years, I'll at least give him the ability to stand on his own!" Xuan Kong's eyes were filled with pride, clearly the confidence of a true expert.
Xinghe had seized a fine opportunity today. Wasn't his mother afraid something might happen to him outside? What could go wrong if he followed Senior Brother Xingmin, the most highly cultivated member of the Immortal Hero Sect? Besides, Senior Brothers Xingwu and Xingliu would be there as well.
Having lost her superpowers, Xiangye was in a terrible mood. She now regretted coming here.
Nanyang City was already in chaos. Every commoner and scholar had taken to the streets, wandering about like headless flies.
The shockwave from the collision stirred up furious gusts of wind that howled down from the skies, whipping dust everywhere and making it nearly impossible to open one's eyes.
Ye Fan froze. As a hired hand, didn't he even have a place to sleep? Yet Heizi offered no further explanation and simply left on his own.
Therefore, after the three thousand Tiger Guards left to reinforce Wang Li, Chu Yan, who had a keen instinct for war, shifted from guerrilla harassment and diversion to slightly intensifying his investigation into Zhang Jiao's situation.
His body trembled violently, as though some restraint had been shattered. A sudden pop seemed to sound from within Ye Fan's body, and an incomparably powerful force immediately surged through him like the rolling Yangtze River and a roaring torrent, ready to burst forth. Every inch of his skin contained terrifying energy.
Then, when that student went on to teach the next generation, what his students understood and inherited could not possibly be the knowledge and will of their teacher's master. They could only inherit their own teacher's will, and there was a subtle difference between