Volume One, Chapter 55: Ninth Brother Used to Live a Thrilling Life
Yang Qian glared at his close friend in contempt. “What do you mean by this? I traveled all this way just to help you, and you want me to stay in a hotel?”
“So your grand villa is just sitting there for the ghosts to live in, huh?”
Many who thrived in the shadowy underworld wanted to take on this mission, but when they saw the difficulty was on the level of annihilating gods, even the bravest felt a chill in their hearts.
If Candle Shadow claimed that his choice to meet Yun Ting here in this roadside tea stall was purely coincidental, few would believe it. Yet that was the truth—since it was along the way, a casual conversation here would suffice, saving them the trouble of visiting Cao Mengde’s residence in the city of Luoyang.
With the Eight Ancestral Dragons alive, each possessing the longevity of sages, that meant eight immortal-level powerhouses—undoubtedly a top-tier, full-star force. Yet they dared call themselves a ninety-eight-star faction?
“Your mother? She’s all talk and no substance! If she dares show up, I’ll sell her off to Africa!” scoffed Ye Chen, utterly dismissive.
Had it been someone else, the Eastern Han would likely have been replaced long ago. If it were Liu Bei, perhaps this Imperial Uncle might truly have become the one entrusted with the fate of the Han. After all, his surname Liu tied him to the Han royal house. The blood in his veins might not be imperial, but should he desire it, he could claim royal status at any time.
Remember that demon of the Yellow Wind, master of the Three-Fold Divine Gale? It was a yellow-furred weasel spirit from Vulture Peak, infamous for once stealing the oil from a glass lamp. Yet it had managed to escape on its own.
Above the palace, a formation shielded the dome. Beneath it, a mighty force conjured the power of the sun, and wild, blazing flames burst forth, illuminating the entire hall.
Though the Dragon Clan was vast and possessed countless elixirs, the medicine of immortality was no ordinary elixir. Even among dragons, such medicines were exceedingly rare.
Yet at that moment, Li Chengfeng took a step back, his face etched with grief. From the eyes of this stalwart man, two silent tears slid down.
Fu Xi gently massaged his forehead, knowing now was not the time to argue. He repeated his question once more.
It was only now, upon closer inspection, that she recognized the person in the photo—taken under the glow of a streetlamp at night, she hadn’t noticed at first.
“What’s going on? Didn’t they already pick a mid-laner? Why are they choosing the healer and the fan-wielding support? Is the support going top? Or is Kassadin going top?” Watching the White Team’s picks, Milly was utterly bewildered.
The cultivators ahead stepped up one by one to join the queue. Zou Guangrong solemnly produced an ancient, dusky disk, upon which a mountain-like pattern could faintly be seen.
If they could glean even the slightest clue from this person, it would surely aid their future plans.
On the eleventh day after Chen Yuan and Regis arrived in Britain, three days after the Luliji City operation, they made another trip to Warwick.
A trace of nervousness was only natural. It meant this was his first entry, and the interval for comprehension was just ten days. For most, that would be tight, but for Ba Fenghan, it should pose no problem.
All of this did not escape Daiqin’s notice. The hot-tempered man huffed, flung aside the tent flap, and stormed out.
When Ye Di and the others, along with the ST team, entered the arena, the crowd erupted in thunderous applause.
“I’d better go take a shower and calm down first!” Yu Qiyuan grabbed a nightgown from the wardrobe and dashed into the bathroom.
Ever since Stone Island pledged loyalty to Lu Jun, he had been scrupulously diligent, worrying over all affairs as Lu Jun’s strategist might. Yet for now, he still held the nominal post of Inspector of Youzhou—a mere sinecure.