Volume One, Chapter 48: A Tormented Soul, a Blade Drawn Upon the Mortal World

The first light was hazy and heavy, and the heart ached dull and slow, as if being slowly torn apart.

Chu Guang was taken to the Magistrate’s Office, placed on a noble concubine's couch, brow furrowed deeply, cold sweat pouring down.

A book materialized out of nowhere from the necklace.

[Name: Chu Guang]
[Body: Damaged...]
[Heavenly Eye: 5%]

Chu Nan had just heard Feng Le’s introduction when another customer arrived at the jade shop to gamble on stones.

As the class monitor, Chu Nan felt he hadn’t fulfilled his responsibilities this semester, so he gave these concert tickets to his classmates as a form of reward.

“Stop talking, please, I beg you, stop…” I sobbed twice, surprisingly shedding a few murky tears.

“Ah, damn it, that was so intense…” Donkey Si’er seemed still immersed in the fierce battle, eyes shining brightly.

For a time, the giants of Sunset Dunes suffered greatly, first thrown into chaos by Liu Tao, a high-level player, then utterly ravaged by the arriving scarlet forces.

Having realized this, Wang Yilong suddenly felt that this matter contained a profound and crucial secret.

Huzi did not stop him, knowing the boss must be troubled; he only wanted to vent his helplessness through a loud roar.

“Boss, don’t drink so much, it’s bad for your health.” Seeing this, Huzi couldn’t help but urge him to stop—if he kept drinking, he might even bleed from his stomach.

Zhu Zhen also made a sharp remark: “Thank you!” Then he sat down at the honored seat to the right of Li Banghua.

As for the huge monster summoned by White Dew to Frost, I had no idea where it went—perhaps it had already been defeated.

“Why ask that all of a sudden?” Xiao Xiao felt a bit bewildered, the question coming out without any thought.

Unlike Elena, the Sanction Mage Tower, or His Highness the Prince’s predictions, the command center of the Nigrul Republic showed no signs of battlefield triumph, only a somewhat flustered anxiety.

He looked into her eyes, easily seeing through her lies. She did not resist his closeness at all. After so many days together, Han Yu had already tested the waters.

“Though your method seems feasible, I can’t shake the feeling that something isn’t right…” Shanyu eventually took the college student to the men’s restroom. As for what happened afterward, Feng Xue did not know, for by then he had already turned and gone home.

There were many people in the Sovereign’s Passage; most of these Blood Sea men were soft-bodied entities whose sole purpose was to clear the passage. The Sovereign did not believe there would be enemies here—after all, this was the Blood Sea’s territory. As a top-tier cosmic race, they had such confidence.

Upon hearing it was the Sixth Prince’s intention, Caliber’s expression grew even more panicked. Clos was pleased with his reaction and handed him a letter. Caliber took the letter and left the military camp where Clos was temporarily stationed without looking back.

“A bunch of street thugs, how could they have Sirius-45s? And each carrying one?” Zheng Xiling was the first to question.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes, not understanding how she had become like this—crying for no particular reason.

Some guests without flower baskets saw that those carrying flower baskets were given a 20% discount. They all beat their chests in regret, thinking that if they had known about the discount, they would have brought flower baskets too.

But if she were to exhaust all her career and then go bankrupt, she might even consider suicide—this was the honest truth in her heart.

After leaving Aunt Yue’s room, Lu Yingquan thought it over and decided to return to his own room first, for he had discovered something. Though it might not be useful, he had to inform Yun Yao.