Chapter 103: I Have Come to Another Realization

“Grand Palace, Temple of the Reclining Buddha, Temple of Dawn, the Big Buddha at Wat Paknam—how about we start with those places today?”

Rong Aiyu looked at the others with excitement. Last night she had gone downstairs for a little wander by herself and then come back, because traveling alone was no fun...

“We’re fine with anything. Do whatever makes you happy,” Zhang Liang said with a shrug. Tong Wanxin had gone to pick up Wan Xiaoling, so there were only five of them out in the morning. The four grown men approached sightseeing with a take-it-easy attitude; since that was the case, they might as well let the girl decide.

“All right, let’s set off!” Rong Aiyu said, waving her hand.

Ye Zheng was just about to clap when he saw the snow-clad Master of Dongli Mountain place something strangely familiar on the desk.

At that very moment, a clear clash of metal rang out from the arena, and the surging pressure of profound energy swept outward like a gale. Two figures crossed paths in an instant, then came to a quiet standstill on the stage.

The next day, when Jiang Dongyu arrived at the examination site, he immediately drew a great many gazes. Snow-white hair was undoubtedly an oddity in the Hai Chuan Empire, where black hair was the norm.

“Get lost! You’re a soldier—of course you want to slip out in the middle of the night, but can you even get out?” Zhang Long cursed.

“Want to broaden your horizons?” Li Yanyang asked with interest. Somehow, without even noticing it himself, he had already become bold enough to joke with Ouyang Feng a couple of times.

At that moment, Xia Ling raised her sniper rifle and fired at another tall bison dragon.

“Could it be that Yan Lun isn’t an enemy? He’s just a spy the enemy planted among us. Xia Yuan, some things you have to let go of yourself. If you can’t get past them, you won’t be happy, and Linlin won’t be happy either.” Xia Die looked at Xia Yuan with the same expression she had once worn in the Hidden Dragon.

A blinding beam of light shot down, slicing through space like a razor. The tearing sound sent the fleeing crowd into terror. Some people ran too slowly and were cut cleanly in two by the light. Screams rose at once. They were spiritual bodies, so there was no bloody scene.

Meanwhile, Wang Jun chatted casually with Su Ze and the others, while Leng Yan said little beyond the occasional response. Wang Jun looked like a gentle man; perhaps because he was well preserved, he seemed to be only in his thirties.

Just after turning his head, Ye Yi saw a figure beneath a bamboo hat shake its head at him. Seeing that kindly warning, Ye Yi nodded to show that he understood, then turned back again.

There was something in those eyes that felt very familiar to him. He thought he had seen them somewhere before, but the man wore a mask, so his expression could not be seen. Even if he had a suspicion, he could not be certain. Those eyes met his for only a second before looking away—whether from guilt or because even that glance had merely brushed past by chance, he could not tell.

She walked in with gentle grace, closed the door, and sat on the chair before the bronze mirror, carefully shaping her brows. The scent drifted toward Lin Song’s nose, so strong that he nearly sneezed.

Kong Lan called out once, but Yang ignored her. His brows merely tightened; he gave no answer and, with Sui Yue beside him, walked past without even sparing her a direct look.

Uncle Wu watched Li Zixiao’s retreating figure and shook his head helplessly. “Sigh. Such a pitiful child.”

Qian Jiyue was so intelligent—how could she not hear the apology and disappointment mixed into his voice? Only, she was doing this on purpose. What she did not want, what left her confused, she might as well not want at all. “Now that you’ve seen it, don’t you have anything you want to say?” She meant to force him back, to make him retreat in the face of difficulty.

Today, Wu Momo was wearing a pink skirt suit. The glasses she had worn before were gone, revealing a pair of bright, watery eyes. Her hair was coiled up, lending her a refined, mature, and intellectual beauty.

In front of the hall there was also an ancient cypress and spirit tree, its branches and leaves lush and dense. Wisps of spiritual energy rose from above the tree like smoke. Looking at the palace, one felt as though it were a paradise beyond the mortal world.

Directly beneath him was an enormous pit, as if all the black qi were being released from within it. Perhaps because of that chasm, the beast’s roars were magnified several times over, striking Ye Shaoxuan’s ears so hard that they bled.