Chapter Sixty-One: Unworthy of the Public Eye

Han Jie maintained a proper and courteous smile. "Since Junior Sister Jiang is going out on a mission, I have too much to handle at the apothecary and cannot accompany her. Seeing Senior Brother Shen here sets my mind completely at ease."

"Junior Sister Jiang is young and somewhat reckless in many ways. I must ask Senior Brother Shen to look after her. I am endlessly grateful."

Hearing these words, Shen Yanchu's gaze dimmed slightly, and he forced a smile. "Alright, I will protect her well."

Seeing Han Jie take the initiative to walk toward the Senior Brother, Xia Zhiyu knew nothing good would come of it, and rushed over in a flurry of anxiety.

A harsh sound rang out. As he took a step forward with his left foot, he felt as though he had crossed through a barrier, and immediately afterward, exquisite and melodious zither music echoed through the courtyard.

In an instant, colorful clouds appeared in the sky, radiating brilliant multicolored light, amidst which the faint, indistinct shape of a golden dragon manifested.

Chu Tianjiao did not relax his vigilance by even the slightest fraction, skimming across the water like a startled, fleeting swan. Of course, Chu Tianjiao had not truly attained the realm of skimming and fleeting; it merely looked strikingly similar. In reality, it was entirely due to his mastery of a unique movement technique in the water.

With these words, the man stood up abruptly, a long sword materialized in his hand, and he strode aggressively toward the two of them, abounding with fierce momentum.

However, upon seeing the elderly man beside him cast a cold glance in their direction, they all quickly averted their gaze toward other places.

He muttered to himself, reflecting on how malicious the intentions of the Jungle Emissary were. Yet, upon clearly seeing the newcomers, a trace of doubt arose within him. Had Lancelot not said that the two academies were to cooperate? What had happened, and why were people from the Burial Grounds hunting down those from the Jean Orn Academy?

"Even if he is a weakling, I like to protect him. What business is it of yours?" Ying Shuangshuang let out a haughty, cold snort.

Riding my electric scooter, I arrived at a bathhouse named "Nanhua Pool." Seeing that the facade was quite large, I parked the scooter and stepped inside.

"What, Spark, did I hear that right?" Karida was taken aback. Seeing that the five sixth-rank mages around him were all looking at his way, a myriad of complex emotions washed over him! The situation had taken a sudden turn, yet he found it hard to believe, and thus questioned Spark aloud.

It was precisely because of his peerless financial might that those high-and-mighty sect elders deigned to cast a glance at him, though deep down they held utter disdain for him.

"But I'm only at one-star right now. One thousand points is a lot to me," Wang Haitao gritted his teeth, barely managing to keep himself from cursing aloud right there on the street.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Yu immediately inquired about the whereabouts of Miao Yucheng. This was the very reason why Wang Yu had come to find Hua Tianxiong tonight.

In the final match, while others failed to pay attention to the match time, Long Tian, who never overlooked any detail, noticed it. The time limit was also part of the tournament rules; had it not been for Huangfu Lin's final move, the championship would not have belonged to him.

When their eyes met again, the heartfelt concern in Li Ye's gaze was so glaringly obvious—like a bright pearl in the dead of night—that no matter how hard Tao Junlan tried to ignore it, it was impossible to pretend she hadn't seen it.

Suddenly, at that exact moment, a figure darted forward and placed himself squarely in front of Ye Shiqin. Facing the Young Master Li who was lunging directly at her, he raised his leg and delivered a swift, merciless kick straight to the center of his lower body, landing a direct and devastating hit right between his legs.

Wan Niang, however, fell silent and did not take up the Old Madam's words. She naturally understood the Old Madam's intentions, but she could not bring herself to compromise. Yet, it was enough for her to keep these matters clear in her own heart; there was no need for the Old Madam to know them.

In Haidian, Prince Lian's Garden—the Eighth Prince's garden was decorated with peerless elegance, featuring sparse flora, mostly subdued and understated.

Shortly after, a golden light emanated from within the cave, accompanied by an intensely fragrant aroma. A golden medicinal pill, spinning briskly, floated out from Elder Shi's hand and drifted toward Ye Feng. Elder Shi let out a long sigh.

During the six insect sieges, aside from the first three which were under Wang Yu's control, the remaining three grew progressively larger in scale and more tragic in loss. Ultimately, however, they still achieved victory.