136 A Modest and Graceful Young Lady

Chen Anquan stepped out of the vehicle and stood guard beside it.

"Chen Anquan, why aren't you off to work yet? Do you plan to sit around and eat through your savings?" Just at that moment, Wang Lixia, Chen Juanjuan's mother, happened to walk past the basketball court, followed by a majestic and imposing pit bull.

As soon as the fierce pit bull recognized Chen Anquan, it was so frightened it nearly lost its wits, immediately scurrying away to a distance.

Ancaged by the sight of her own dog being so terrified of Chen Anquan, Wang Lixia felt a surge of displeasure.

The tall disciple deliberately avoided the sentry posts inside the courtyard of the Flame Sect, sneaking into the garden. Taking hurried, dainty steps, he arrived at Yinling's door and impatiently knocked.

Though filled with a trace of regret, Lin Tian did not dwell on it, understanding that haste makes waste and this matter could not be rushed. He tidied his pack and calmly opened the door to step outside.

Helian Budu drove the unique beast-blood Vajra physique of the Southern Frontier barbarians to its absolute limit, ignoring the wound on his chest entirely as he lunged with murderous intent toward the third withered-wood warrior. Closing the distance to within seven or eight meters, his body began to spin once more, unleashing the Whirlwind Seven-Slash technique anew.

After Leng Xiao and the others departed, Sikong Yun gazed straight ahead, a dark, gloomy glint flashing in his eyes.

Inadvertently, Xi Yanyan's thoughts drifted back to her savior from before—the man in white from the Prince Jin's Estate.

By this time, hearing that Yufeng was hospitalized here, almost everyone from the company came by to shoot the breeze, chat idly, hand over monetary gifts, and check up on him.

At that moment, only Yu Genshan and Han Dagang were in the operations room. Therefore, Yu Genshan posed a question to Han Dagang that could not be asked in front of anyone else.

"All right, all right, stop all this idle bickering. Uncle Lu, get them some food to build up their strength so they can make good time on the road later," Fang Jianren said.

Before long, the multi-layered encirclement trapping the ten shadows began to stir. At the arched doorway, a squad of soldiers slowly split to both sides. A burly man with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear walked in, flanked by several attendants—it was none other than Long Jianming, the Lord of Jiangdu City.

Ever since the sixteenth year of Chengkang, no one had dared to speak to him in such a manner, not even the Yuanqing Emperor of Northern Qi back in the day. When the Yuanqing Emperor, acting as his maternal uncle, met with Zhao He on the waters of the Yangtze River, he had still treated Zhao He with considerable courtesy.

"The Divine Realm!" Like a thunderclap, this realization caused Mosong's pupils to constrict violently. He did not know what the concept of a Divine Emperor grade entailed; he only knew what the Divine Realm was.

After a brief murmur of self-talk, Ning Ye rose from the bedside, leaned over to place a gentle kiss on Chu Yun's forehead as she slept, and then turned to leave. With a single step, his figure spanned across space and directly vanished from the room.

The mountaintop was much flatter and far more expansive than I had ever imagined. Stretching out as far as the eye could see was an unbroken expanse of forest, filled with colossal, ancient trees that blotted out the sun. The woods were shrouded in perpetual twilight, appearing somewhat dim and damp.

Among the fourth group were Mosong and Luoting; the third group consisted of three members, Wang Ruidong, Liu Fengbao, and Liu Fengyi; the second group consisted of a single person, Zhang Zhiyi, who was standing on the podium; and the first group also consisted of a single person, Zhang Yiyu, who had ranked sixth in the class during the physical fitness test.

In general, the blade-light waves of the Sabre-Wielder possessed even greater destructive power—that is to say, offensive force—than real ocean waves. Just as an adult's attack is never worse than that of an infant.

Liu De slapped his forehead, realizing he had fallen into a misconception. He had always assumed these treasures were entirely unique, but that was not actually the case. Take the Red Hare horse, for instance; the name "Red Hare" was merely a descriptive designation. Any fine steed possessing those specific traits could be called a Red Hare, and it did not refer to just a single horse alone.

Baitianxing sat in quiet meditation in the tranquil room, continuously deducing and seeking balance. It took him three full days before he finally made some headway.

However, she had already guessed at their conspiracy now. If they wanted to succeed, they would first have to see whether she was willing to give them the chance.