After hearing Aoko Aozaki and Silvira lay out the various possibilities regarding this contract and Elturel's future, Leia instead calmed down. Although fifty years was certainly a long span of time for an ordinary human like her, at least there was now some hope to fall back on. Even if the plan to save the holy city ultimately failed, she would still be able to see it again fifty years later—though by then, the people in the city would likely be gone, leaving only the place unchanged.
If the younger generation performed well, it would also serve as a deterrent throughout the cultivation world. After all, those participating in the martial competition were the finest of each family's new generation. Barring accidents, they would become the pillars supporting their families in the future.
And honestly, adding sugar would only make it bitter and sweet. Qin Qiuya had once tried brewing milk tea with black tea leaves, artificial sweetener, and milk. The taste had truly been indescribable.
Hearing a response from his child, Gu Bei became a little excited. Without worrying about anything else, he went straight to the point. He did not even ask how He Sheng had fallen into such a huge pit.
"Hello, Uncle Gong, I'm in Paris." Tuanzi flashed a sweet smile as she dragged her suitcase outside.
But when Haoyan saw a rusty sickle lying quietly on the weapon rack, he found it hard to believe that this sickle had summoned him.
In the sky, the three masters of the Star Palace, who had just flown over, also witnessed the tense standoff between the two sides.
Yan Ling heard his stomach growl. He remembered that he truly had not eaten for a long time. That morning, he had hastily swallowed a few flatbreads before setting out.