"I didn't pay much attention to what happened to Mo Ruyang after that. But from what he said at the time, he must have come in here looking for something," the wolf demon said at length.
The closer she got to Prince Yan, the more conflicted she felt. She truly didn't know how to face Prince Yan, Zhu Di, or what choice to make.
What she thought about more was that this was her only chance to escape Hao Lin. She couldn't pick the wrong side or the wrong person at such a crucial moment.
"You're Zhao Mufeng's Senior Brother? That's wonderful! Please, you have to help us find him!" Li Bingkun said, overjoyed after hearing Dongfang Aotian's introduction.
She tilted her head and propped it up with one hand, gazing out the window. She didn't know whether she was watching the pear blossoms dancing in the breeze or the azure sky beyond the crisscrossing branches.
Candlelight glimmered against the swaying red gauze. In the inner chamber stood a lonely beauty, her eyes rippling like autumn waters as she turned back. One could say that her red sleeve half-veiled the candlelight, while her beloved glanced back with a lingering gaze. For a moment, Zhao Mufeng and Ximen Guye were both spellbound.
The moon shone bright in the eastern sky, and the Moon Palace was visible. Dongfang Aotian stepped out of the reed hut, rubbed his weary head, and took a deep breath of fresh air.
Back then, Yao Guangxiao had persuaded Prince Yan, Zhu Di, by combining Confucian and Buddhist teachings. But later, when Prince Yan was defeated in battle, Fang Zhongyu had already forced him to his death.
There were plenty of people who indulged themselves, but more and more were paying the price for such unrestrained pleasure. The imperial court didn't need them to spend so lavishly; it needed them to produce, create, and plunder. Of course, such plundering couldn't be done openly. They called it economic trade.
Tan Tian didn't want to take the long way around. Since he needed to get the helmet, he'd find a way through the Guardian Clan directly. Going around in circles would only cause him more trouble.
Wu Haokang wasn't her family, nor had he done her any favors. So why did she act as though she knew him so well? Every time someone spoke ill of Wu Haokang, she stood up for him, making their relationship seem unusually close.
Huang Jun was at a loss. "You give me too much credit. What is it, anyway? Why are you being so mysterious?"
"I mean... I was saying I'd make you some noodles..." It was broad daylight; she wasn't thinking anything improper.
Huang Jun didn't press Ye Mei any further. He merely stared at her coldly, seething with anger. If Gao Shang weren't involved, Huang Jun might have simply wiped out everything in his path to vent his fury.
They wanted to capture Ye Zhijian, but didn't know his exact location. They searched online, through pictures, and everywhere else they could think of, finally finding the general area where Ye Zhijian might live.
"Father, this concerns me. How could I hide in a corner and let you all worry about me?" After speaking softly to Wen Qiongyuan, she turned to Duke Zheng, a faint smile on her face.
But Gao Yang looked perfectly calm, as if he trusted me completely. What I still couldn't quite wrap my head around was how, when I heard Gao Yang say that, I immediately felt brimming with confidence.
Feng Jinxiu was the sort who only became more determined to do something when told not to. After Gong Xueliu said that, Feng Jinxiu resented Lianxin even more, convinced that she had suffered such a great injustice because of her.
"You..." The man struggled fiercely, his eyes filled with alarm. With his strength, he couldn't break free. How could someone who looked so clean-cut and frail be so strong?
"Thank you, everyone, but we have to get through. If we're even one minute late, the consequences will be unimaginable." The Battalion Commander spoke, raised a hand in salute, then turned and ran off.
They retreated four or five steps before managing to stop. Then they looked at one another, disbelief in their eyes.
With so many precious Dao Soldier puppets entering the Burial of the Immortal Abyss, something was bound to happen.
Kaido of the Hundred Beasts had been staring at Luo Ya the whole time. Hearing his subordinate speak, he shifted his gaze slightly, then shook his head.
Not long ago, all of Dragon City had mocked Han Le's battle song for its rustic flavor. If it really was East Sea Fishermen's Song, their faces would be swollen red with shame.
Few people ever came to Five Great Lianchi. The climate was terrible, and, most importantly, there were no Star Artifacts there.
The Undead Creatures would sometimes launch counterattacks and surround the martial artists. One thrilling spectacle after another unfolded, leaving the people of the Yuan Realm cheering for more.
It was because there were too many Dao Soldiers and treasures. In the end, he almost got the feeling that Jiang Han had come to sell junk. The thought made him feel terribly uncomfortable.
Besides, he had only been cultivating the basic volumes of these two Supreme Skills during this time. With the benefit of a solid foundation, it was only natural that he'd master them in such a short time.
The Landscape of Beauty contained the Ninefold Palaces. Each palace was different, arranged one above another. By the ninth level, one was nearly at Mo Wentian's level.
"Your subordinate obeys." Purple Jade God King nodded respectfully, then slowly closed his eyes. Clearly, his consciousness had departed.
Ma Yuan snorted, intending to remind Shi Xiuxue not to lose her composure. Instead, Ye Gucheng turned his head, fixing him with a pair of eyes as cold and bright as winter stars.