Kyojuro was filled with admiration for the young swordsman who had recently appeared in his home.
Not only had he eased his mother's suffering, he had also rekindled his father's fighting spirit.
Even his cooking skills were astonishing.
And his strength as a swordsman far exceeded anything Kyojuro had imagined.
But none of that was the most important thing.
What Kyojuro admired most was Xia Xi's almost inhuman discipline and focus.
Early in the morning, when all
The water in the courtyard had all drained away. Zhao Han set Bai Jin on a chair, but just before setting Bai Jin down, he bounced Bai Jin in his arms as though weighing a piece of meat.
The two of them darted across the lake, shooting into the distance like an arrow. They raced several miles before stopping.
"It's fine. Come back," the refined man in white said from nearby, seemingly unwilling to stir up trouble. His eyes were very bright.
The sleazy man immediately seized the opportunity. Without even waiting for Lin Sen's explanation, he began cursing viciously.
For Great Li, producing Potu Silang was no longer difficult. What it truly lacked were the various spiritual materials and spirit stones.
With that, the middle-aged man hurried away, clutching a bag of rice, flour, and other food. It looked as though he would not have gone out if he had not needed to buy daily necessities.
The instant Ning Yu saw it, he had all but decided on it. Still, out of caution, he examined the last feng shui array. It was a killing array, so there was no need to agonize over the choice. He immediately settled on the Yin Locust Nail Dragon Stake.
"No, no need, Sister Luo Ling. I'll do it myself." Mi Nuonuo hurriedly waved her hands as