After leaving the Undead Palace, Cao Xing returned to the territory.
He was still waiting for news from Isabelle.
Although the mental restraints in the minds of the three captured Church Grand Sages were no longer a problem for her.
This time, however, Cao Xing had tasked her with simultaneously breaking the mental restraints of all three Grand Sages, then cross-referencing their memories.
That way, by combining their intelligence, they could determine the Church headquarters. Hearing Xiao Mu's words, he pressed his lips together and sat back down. As the saying went, know yourself and know your enemy, and you would never be defeated in a hundred battles.
Jiang Xue happened to look toward the man, and their gazes met. She was slightly stunned. She had already guessed that the owner of that voice was a charming man.
The two renowned managers admired each other, of course for the photographers beside them to see, but it was necessary.
Lin Zhao pursed his lips, still wearing that icy expression. His eyes had always been deep and inscrutable, difficult to read, but now they seemed shrouded in an impenetrable shadow.
Next year would mark his tenth full year at Arsenal. Ten years, three Premier League titles—apart from Manchester United, no one in the Premier League could surpass Wenger's record.
After Uncle Jiu and the others left, the transmigrators did not linger at the tea restaurant either. They returned to the inn to join Che Chen.
Both sides regrouped and set out again. This time, the five led by Chen Le gave Lin Hao's side little time to develop. They still forced a team fight directly, compelling the red side into battle.
Holding the beauty in his arms, even through their clothes, he could still feel the tender skin and soft touch of