"That was indeed possible." Chengzi nodded seriously. "In previous worlds, even extremely powerful individuals, such as local gods, could not withstand repeated depletion of their souls. A soul generally represented a person's essence; weakening it meant a comprehensive weakening of one's strength, naturally including recovery abilities."
"According to what Michael and the others said, during the siege of 'Phantom City,' those True Dragon Lords were not merely one..." Xu Zhaoyuan looked at her in her monk's robes, his fist tightening slightly before he clicked his tongue a few times and sneered inwardly.
"Don't be like that. Even if it's a son, you can still have one." Lu Yiheng thought that a son was fine; either way, it was his seed.
Anyone who offered their blessings had a chance to receive a red envelope falling from the sky. A prominent "Double Happiness" character was written on each envelope.
Sina Xingyan collapsed onto the ground, her hair disheveled and her eyes hollow. She was desperate. She had never expected that after lowering herself to beg Sina Yanzhi today, she would be rebuked like this.
Though swearing an oath was effortless for her, bringing her father into it touched her bottom line.
Seeing that no one moved, Ye Ting personally called someone out. The designated subordinate's eyes darted around, utterly unwilling. He hesitated as he stepped forward, his claws scratching at the fur on his face.
He had thought that the marquis's current good-for-nothing behavior was probably an act put on to fool the Grand Commander, perhaps because he wanted to come back and play with Jiang Yu.
Jing Qianqian's first instinct was denial. But Feng Yici never did anything without certainty. Continuing to deny it would only amount to sophistry.
Yet she could not understand why he was so obsessed with her