To deal with miscellaneous affairs, Chen Sanshi had no choice but to remain in Chang'an. In the blink of an eye, another half year had passed.
That day.
He bent over his desk, drawing talismans. Qianxun, Qing Yu, and the White Jade Spirit Snake were all in the corner, breathing in and circulating Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
Qianxun had broken through to the middle stage of the Mystic Body Realm half a year ago. The spell Qianxun awakened and learned was recorded in ancient texts as Thousand Feather Flying Blades, allowing the feathers of manifested wings to bombard enemies like a violent storm.
Li Jixing stared in horror at the man before him, who was noble and aloof yet behaving like a vampire.
Xiao Yichen was growing impatient. Did this person ever stop? He had never liked speaking in games, but even he snapped back.
"Fifty thousand!" Afterward, he named another price. To him, tens of thousands were merely a drop in the ocean, not worth taking seriously at all.
Mao Dongqing never made losing deals. He had entered the lock half a year later than Wei Shi, and one vial of reagent now meant Wei Shi would have to repay him with three vials later. Once the two completed their practiced exchange, Mao Dongqing had barely turned curiously toward Wu Jin when Wei Shi, his face full of vigilance, immediately blocked the way.
Lin Wei's fingers were like a sharp knife piercing tofu, easily poking a hole through the stone pillar.
In the battle of Fenglai County, the Qianyuan Guard had advanced like a bamboo splitting force. Five hundred elite soldiers had effortlessly captured Fenglai County. How could such a powerful army possibly be only the lowest, first-rank force?
Perhaps he believed her, for his expression looked much