"Su Lin, where did you go?" Ye Fan sent a message, but received no reply for a long time.
That fishing fanatic had put on the face of a man whose line had caught something, gone through a whole string of gestures, then vanished in the blink of an eye.
If it had been Duan De or the Black Emperor, Ye Fan would have been certain they had sold out their teammates. He would have started thinking about running for it.
"Judging by the causal connection, he should have entered Su Lin's home world. I'd guess he's getting ready to Manifest Before the People," Meng Qi replied, unsurprised.
"Maybe he'll make a Xiao Yan-style last-minute rescue this time."
Lu Mingfei: "If it were me, I'd just get up and end it with one shot."
Xiao Yan: "What's that supposed to mean? I don't show up at the last second on purpose!"
Klein: "I'll bet fifty gold pounds his entrance involves Angels and Holy Light again."
Lu Mingfei: "I'll bet a pack of compressed biscuits I stole from Fingel three years ago that he uses the Celestial Thearch template."
Kaguya Houraisan: "I'm in. I'll stake a red-and-white shrine maiden's chest wrap."
Meng Qi: "Looking down on my Buddhist Sect? I bet he'll use Solely Exalted again. I'm staking Heaven's Scar, a fine weapon this poor Daoist forged years ago."
Stelle: "Why can't the Galactic Baseballer make a Grand Entrance? I'll stake a bag of space trash."
Fang Zheng: "Gambling and drugs are my sworn enemies. By the way, has anyone told the other cultivators to come pick up their children from the Great Love Welfare Institute?"
Ever since leaving the psychiatric ward, Fang Zheng had been looking after children, and he was almost at his limit.
He glanced at Xiao Nannan,