(Post first, revise later.)
Bibi Dong gently clutched her head. This eighth God Exam was nothing but mental torment for her. Though it had made her stronger, the lingering resentment of those dead soul masters left her unable to tell which version of herself was real...
Under normal circumstances, Yan Yunxing would have investigated personally. But considering the man's considerable merits, and the fact that he himself was about to enter seclusion, he truly had no energy to spare for this matter. So he let it go. Hopefully, he would fulfill his duties faithfully and remain a proper Sacred Insect Trainer.
"Take them to the gates and hang them from the city walls. Tell them that anyone who dares flee will be executed on the spot!" Zhang Yi roared.
"Who's there?" Three men rushed out of the main house in alarm. One was an old man in his fifties, holding a mottled green-bronze water pipe, polished smooth and shiny where his hand had rubbed it. He wore a melon-skin cap, and not a single hair grew on his fleshy forehead. The other two appeared to be around thirty and twenty, respectively.
As for those mighty seniors, aside from the top ten on the Hunting List, people paid little attention to the others. After all, they were all seniors of the Chakra Heavenly Palace. Reaching such heights was only natural for them.
In less than three breaths, the Heart of the World that had absorbed Tang Chen's blood essence changed from its initial blood-red color to crystal clear transparency.
"Let's not talk about that for now. Uncle William, we'll need to rely heavily on your help during this trip to Italy," Richard promptly cut him off, warmly taking his hand.
But when it came to putting things into practice—especially as Xiping