Yan Chen and the others could not see the subtleties within it. They only saw Long Yue'er repeatedly dodging and blocking beneath Luo Tian's spear, without even a chance to strike back. They simply could not perceive what Tie Junyi and the others had discovered.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. The price of this table of spirit cuisine was not low; it was enough for an ordinary cultivator to save for three to five years without eating or drinking.
Elder Cen had great seniority in the Black Cloud Palace, and the Black Cloud Palace was a four-star force. Who would be bold enough to kill Elder Cen's son? That was no ordinary courage.
But no matter what, she had never expected Li Xin to comfort her this way. She could not help but burst out laughing.
After saying that, his figure vanished into the air again. Then everyone saw a patch of distorted light dart toward the stairs.
"It's nothing. Father returned from the Hall of Eternal Autumn five days ago and seemed to have caught a chill. He fell seriously ill and is still asleep in the Hall of Sacred Virtue." Ziqing's tone had returned to its former gentleness, soothing to the ear.
At that moment, their roles had switched. He had become the true one in control again. In Huangfu Chen's eyes, my life was like a joke, and like tasteless chicken ribs—too bland to eat, yet too regrettable to discard.
But he still had to ask. Not only because "Flo" had now completely lost the ability to resist and her actions were truly baffling... but also because most people needed at least one obsession to keep living.
Click! Xue Qiong lit a cigarette for himself, rudely disregarding the fact that the trading area