Chapter 102: Turned Away at the Door

Whenever Thailand is mentioned, one cannot avoid speaking of its capital, Bangkok, the second-largest city in Southeast Asia, situated on the east bank of the Chao Phraya River and facing the Gulf of Siam to the south.

Its unique climate and all-encompassing, enchanting scenery are beloved by travelers from around the world,

especially as Buddhist culture flourishes here; every morning the city is veiled in drifting incense, bells toll softly, chimes ring clear and pleasant, and the sound of sutra chanting is heard without end. The title of "Buddhist capital" is well deserved.

Suvarnabhumi International Airport,

"Mm, we've arrived already, haha. Of course we'll have a great time."

Red light seeped through the crack in the door, at first only as thin as a thread, then gradually gathering from a trickle into a thick pillar of light, slipping through between two fingers and boring into Ma Yang's body.

However, this state did not last long. The ships hovering in the sky not only intercepted all anti-aircraft fire, they also unleashed red beams that bound the black shadows, revealing the true forms of those indistinct figures.

"Yes, my knowledge is limited; please take it only as a reference." Yang Xuan agreed and went on to describe the situation in Khitan in detail.

But he quickly realized that he would be returning to his former life, once again the target of abuse from every man in the refugee camp.

The chance of a human ever encountering it was vanishingly small. If this had been Ma Yang a few days ago, he would certainly have looked astonished; but now, in the control room, he would fall into thought from time to time. Even Nightingale knew nothing about it. She had never heard the rumors of the Great Cataclysm or the reboot of the universe; she only knew that she had to protect humanity from invasion by foreign races.

Although a black snake should not shed a white snake's skin, the legend said exactly that. Maybe that was simply a trait of the serpent god?

The two of them looked around warily, and only after making sure no one was paying attention did the elder slowly begin to speak.

The culprit behind the death of the old Ghost King, the Night Vulture clan, was holding a rally to swear oaths before setting out to war, and some never-before-seen war machines also appeared in the crystal ball the scholar had sent over.

Ren Feiyang looked at him calmly, because he knew they would see the surveillance footage sooner or later; it was better to explain everything himself.

Eleven lifted the carriage curtain, glanced at the two soldiers, then looked again at the uneven stone path inside the entrance to the estate.

Zhao Kuohai's expression instantly darkened. He turned and headed into the dense forest, and I was baffled, hurrying after him.

Li Yanxi widened her eyes and glanced down at the ground, nearly vomiting, for there was a pool of human blood there, shockingly bright red.

My gaze flickered; I hesitated and swallowed the words. After all, we had only just met, and to bring up something like that without the other person's prompting would have been a bit unreasonable.

Lin Dongyang's expression shifted slightly, and a trace of wariness flashed instinctively in his eyes, like a wolf that had scented danger. He did not want his role at the organization's overseas base to be exposed.

It made her look like some kind of bewitching consort. Who knew whether her royal brother and sister-in-law would be displeased with her?

We followed Wang Yan to the aircraft's cargo hold. When we opened the hatch, everything inside was charred black, and most of the suitcases had been burned to ashes.

With a shout, a lotus pedestal of blue stone slowly rose from the mystic ice lotus platform beneath his feet, carrying Yun Mu as he shot upward toward the soul force crashing down from above.

I had once imagined more than once that true feeling could break the bounds of time and space, even the barrier between life and death... Indeed, the power of true feeling is great, but it is not omnipotent. To shake the laws of life and death? It was still far from enough.

Hearing Bai Yuankai's answer, Sun Xiaoyue cast him a sidelong glance. Outwardly, he appeared quite calm, head lowered as he drank his soup, but inside he was clearly unsettled. She had been looking forward to Bai Yuankai's response, and at the same time felt a little anxious.

The smug look on Shangguan Yunhai's face vanished in an instant. His palm suddenly flared with pain, and he nearly cried out. It felt as if his hand had been thrust into a tiger's jaws and bitten down hard; the bone-deep agony sent cold sweat streaming down Shangguan Yunhai's forehead.