Chapter 60: The Fish in the Cage of the Beautiful King 18

"You're back. How is the relationship cultivation going?"

Lu Ningshi glanced sideways at the newcomer, her eyes brimming with amusement and schadenfreude.

Dilante walked in with a dark expression, casting a cold glance at her remark. "You certainly have a lot of leisure time."

"Can't be helped. Who told you I'm not the one being pursued?"

Lu Ningshi spread her hands, shaking her head as she bantered, "A beauty appears, a breathtaking vision, fragrances fill the deep sea—we lesser mortals are quite ashamed by comparison."

Ever since learning that Dilante was here, and knowing that the creatures had settled down to recuperate peacefully upon arrival—rather than being unwilling to fight, it was more as if an unwritten rule had formed in the presence of such a terrifying entity as the forest.

The young master of the sect, naturally the Saint Hand Sect's young master Xuan Xin'er, showed no outward signs of being a deeply scheming person. Yet, in reality, he was the very one who had murdered his own elder brother.

At the summit of the Thirty-Three Heavens, one could overlook the entire Primordial World. At this moment, the Primordial World featured overlapping mountain ranges and surging great rivers. Because no single region had formed an excessively high terrain, many expansive rivers spread out in basins, creating massive lakes tens of thousands or even millions of miles wide.

Bai Xue stopped looking. Before his eyes, there was only a vast expanse of fresh blood, and nothing else could be seen.

What the battle scene was truly like remained unknown to anyone except those who had witnessed it firsthand, nor was it clear what losses the Flower Butterfly Valley had suffered.

Jiang Xiao intended to search among these Dao-realm powerhouses to find the master of the Reincarnation Holy Palace, and simultaneously locate the palace based on ancient legends. Since the Feather Clan possessed the oldest historical records in the primordial expanse, they should know about these matters.

"You..." Zheng Xichen's face flushed crimson. Hearing him speak thus made her both bashful and annoyed. Glaring fiercely at him, she reached out and pinched his arm hard.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zheng's face immediately developed several dark lines. "Who on earth are you? Why should I explain anything to you?" Did he really run into an unreasonable nuisance today? Was this what they called misfortunes never coming singly?

Right at that moment, an unusual sound suddenly echoed from outside the room, immediately followed by the crisp clashing of weapons.

Sun Ce pushed open the door, which emitted a faint creaking sound, and immediately afterward, subtle sounds drifted from within.

Therefore, it was precisely when he lost his reason that she was able to hear him utter the name Catarina.

I smiled, cast one final backward glance at the Underworld Palace, and then followed Ming Xin directly away.

Marco Polo closely observed Ruan Meng's expression and, realizing her concern was genuine, suddenly smiled.

Yu Kai was even more infuriated. This filthy-looking boy in front of him actually had the audacity to declare before his subordinates that he would defeat him within five rounds. He had no idea where Tiemu Yun's confidence came from.

Chu Xiangsi thought to herself that while she could treat the external injuries of these two men, calling a physician might not do much good for their internal injuries.

With no other choice, she gathered up the cloak dragging on the ground with her hand and followed closely behind Xue Mingrui.

She channeled her true essence once more, directing it toward her palm in a fresh attempt to infuse it into the tip of the 'God-Slaying' spear.

Xue Mingrui's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at Lord Lin, who was currently relishing the duck paste-porridge handed to him by a maidservant, a cold expression flashing across his face.

Lurking in the shadows, she deftly turned around, arranged the crime scene properly, and then quietly slipped away.

That casual question actually brought a measure of peace to Feng Qianzhuan's heart. Clearly, she truly no longer had feelings for him, which set his mind at ease. In truth, even he could not understand how Zilian—who had once pursued Feng Qianxun so desperately—could have pushed him out the door. No one knew what had truly transpired between them.

The shadowy figure instinctively believed that as a superior dealing with an informant like Wang Peng, it was best to hold a carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, supplemented by some affectionate words. This was the optimal way to manage subordinates.

The internal energy continuously accumulating within A Niu's body was quietly transforming his physique. A Niu had grown accustomed to this transformation process, so he usually couldn't feel it, but now external stimuli had triggered it into motion.