Chapter 61

To my absolute astonishment, they simply stood there and watched blankly as she was hurled out all at once, completely devoid of any instinctive urge to reach out and pull her back or catch her in their arms.

The north wind remained biting and cold, and the gloomy sky began to spit snow. Flake after flake of white snow drifted down from the heavens, lending a touch of ethereal beauty to the desolate wilderness.

Tian Zhili wanted to offer him a cold laugh and demand what kind of person he was to warrant having "someone sent from above," but looking at the "birthday gift" Huang Meng had bought for her son, a sudden wave of pity welled up inside him, and he kept his mouth shut.

The earth-shattering roar expected to erupt from the water's surface never came, leaving Sun Fengzhao slightly stunned. Having witnessed genuine divine thunder before, he knew what kind of momentum that carried... yet now... Sun Fengzhao couldn't help but narrow his eyes and look closely, only to see the flickering flashes of thunder and lightning striking deep beneath the surface of the water.

He had a strong intuition that if he dared to utter a single extra word at this moment, Li Youcai would genuinely dare to throw him out under the gaze of everyone present.

For over the past century, this might have been of paramount importance to Cang Qingyun. Not only did he need to consolidate his cultivation base, but he also needed the assistance of Sun Fengzhao to forge the ultimate boundary-breaking talisman required for his clandestine crossing. That was the absolute key to his second infiltration into the Holy Realm. As for fame and status, they seemed rather secondary, mere formalities to be gone through.

"Cold Light Sword, strike swift!" As Li Boming finished uttering these words, he opened his palm, and a freezing beam of light shot forth once again.

"Doesn't that mean you took advantage of the situation? We went through quite a fierce battle," Xiao Ning complained, feeling rather unsatisfied.

He had just assumed that an internal issue had arisen within their ranks, subconsciously pushing outsiders out of his thoughts.

On his father's face, he saw none of the sternness of the past, nor did he hear any of the reprimands usually directed at him. Yet, that single, simple sentence—"Have a meal before you leave"—made him feel an inexpressible warmth of love.

Upon hearing this, Yun Xian's previously resentful face suddenly relaxed, breaking into a faint smile that lightly revealed a row of neat, white teeth.

Inside the dueling arena, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Meng Feng, carrying Rou'er, transformed into a beam of light from the teleportation array beside the arena and was transferred to the third floor.

Li Lingfeng shook his head to indicate that it was not tiring at all, though inwardly he muttered to himself that getting married was indeed a truly exhausting chore. From morning until now, he hadn't stopped for a moment; even someone with his level of cultivation felt tired, let alone ordinary people.

At present, the Hydra members were unaware of Pace's "defection," so they naturally wouldn't target his family. The very next day, Pace smoothly reunited with his family at a ski resort in Switzerland. Upon meeting them, he didn't allow his family to take any rest and immediately boarded the helicopter that was already waiting for them.

"Am I... interrupting you? I know it's terribly impolite to do this, but I came to see you because of a matter of great importance." Uesugi's folding fan still shielded half her face, which looked slightly flushed.

Ren Huang had initially held a rather nonchalant attitude, wanting to watch Yao Yueli suffer a bit. However, since Tang Wu had gone so far as to set up a wager and push things to such an extreme, she could no longer be blamed.

Although Tan Xianbing harbored a deep wariness toward Li Lingfeng, upon hearing Li Lingfeng's blatant contempt, his pride as a man was deeply wounded, and anger flared within him.

Aside from his mental faculties which were barely passable, any novice pulled off the street could beat those numbers in the other three categories.

Leaving Tang Jian's office, Xiao Yang did not rush to leave. Instead, he turned and stepped into Feng Guofeng's office.

Just moments ago, a messenger from the palace had delivered an imperial edict stating that, following a court deliberation, the court officials had decided to dispatch Zhong Yu, the Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, to Shanxi to suppress the rebellion and investigate the truth behind the military mutiny, with Yang Zhen appointed to accompany him as Zhong's deputy.

After finishing breakfast, Zhang Lintian went off to work at the company. Zhang Weichen, on the other hand, whether due to drinking too much the previous night or simply being in a foul mood, was still fast asleep from a heavy night of drinking. When the servants went upstairs to call him several times during breakfast, they received the exact same result every time.

All the security measures were directed against internal building corridors or aerial threats, with no precautions whatsoever taken against the outer walls—especially sections that appeared virtually unclimbable.

"Jiang Weifeng's apartment?" Ou Ming raised an eyebrow. When had Ning Yichu gotten herself mixed up with Mayor Jiang? And an apartment at that—such a private place.

The other side had not taken action yet, which did not mean they would never act. He understood his mother's state of mind; otherwise, he wouldn't have kept things hidden from her in the first place.

The sedan continued moving forward while Tang Youyou kept her gaze fixed out the window, occasionally glancing back to catch the sight of the man's silhouette as he concentrated on driving.

The diary's cover was a soft shade of purple, with the name "Shen Qingqing" pasted across it, as if she were terrified that someone might not know the journal belonged entirely to her.

Along the way, even as night fell, the place remained lively and bustling, almost like a festive holiday. A number of shops were still open with lights ablaze, the clamor and noise unabated.

In truth, the situation moments ago had been far too critical; she had fully expected the car to plow right into her, but thankfully, it hadn't happened in the end.

When the day finally came when she grew utterly hopeless and stopped even these routine actions, one could only imagine what much harsher moves would follow.

I inspected it and found a slightly complex micro-array inside, along with a faint trace of psychokinetic energy, which is to say, a soul imprint.

Daybreak was just arriving at that moment, so it was entirely possible that the Rat-people had gone into hiding. However, since we had followed closely into the cave without much delay, being discovered was also quite likely. Moreover, finding Tana inevitably meant coming into conflict with the Rat-people. Therefore, I did not rush to continue searching immediately, but instead asked Nahum about the cultivation levels of the Rat-people.

The squad leader punched the password into the rotating physical combination dial of the gun cabinet, inserted the key, and as he twisted the handle, a piercing alarm suddenly wailed through the dormitory. Yan Pinyue and the others were genuinely startled for a split second, but immediately afterward, they burst into helpless laughter.

Looking at this seat, I couldn't help but find it somewhat familiar. After a brief moment of recollection, I recalled the mysterious figure I had encountered back in the Fire God Temple. At that time, he too had been seated on a massive chair, one whose style bore an extraordinary resemblance to the seat beneath me now, differing only in that his chair was entirely vermilion, a completely distinct color.