Chapter 53

"Mhm! Good!" Qin Xiao nodded, telling Qing'er to try not to go out over the next couple of days. If she did need to go out, she had to be accompanied by the big black horse or Ximen Feihe.

Could it not have been enslaved already? This world had already given me too many surprises; I had no choice but to imagine a few scenarios just to keep from being scared half to death.

After the two of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, a servant handed two pass tokens to the sect master, who then stood up and took his leave.

At this moment, Bei Yiye and Bei Gurong, sitting in the southeast stands of the arena, wore looks of shock. They immediately left the stands and disappeared without a trace.

Though they didn't quite understand, they knew Han Bing well enough to know he wouldn't make them do things without reason. Seeing Han Bing's strength, they were truly happy for him. They had originally thought that obtaining the best resources and guidance at the Spirit Sect would allow him to catch up to Han Bing, but they never expected that the gap in natural talent was simply unbridgeable.

It seemed escape was impossible today; he would just have to slowly teach Sister Liu Yu some martial arts. Ah, the natural fragrance of Sister Liu Yu was just so comforting to inhale.

As long as a man possessed even a shred of passionate blood, he could not sit idly by and ignore an injustice unfolding right before his eyes.

"Dragon-Crashing Fist." Ye Yanqing condensed his battle energy into his fist, and a layer of frost immediately enveloped it.

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize us. You'll know what this is about once we get there. Let's go," a police officer said with an unquestionable tone.

There were so many people in the world with the exact same name; having one or two duplicates wasn't too extraordinary. But such a coincidence was far too coincidental.

"Then what happened afterward? According to what I found out, the two of you were kidnapped in Mengcheng County. Where is Consort Rong? Why wasn't she with you?" Lin Jue asked with a frown.

He reached into his pants pocket, felt around for a metal case, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, then took out a box of matches.

"Mr. Shinohara? Have the plaster casts all been removed..." Sensing that this was not the right moment to speak up, Amon narrowed his eyes and looked at the normal-sized suit sleeve of Yukinori Shinohara.

Immediately afterward, when the levitation array, formed by a split-second seal, materialized not far below Xu Liang's descending figure, Xu Liang leveraged the debris of the nearby floor to leap and shift his position, effortlessly landing upon the levitation array formed by his own true primordial force.

Yin Eungho hardened his heart, paused for a split second, dropped his shoulder, and feigned a breakthrough from the right side. Zeng Shunhua indeed fell for the trick, his foot instinctively sliding back a step.

He asked himself yet again: wouldn't it be nice to have an innocent romance like other people his age? Even if it wasn't earth-shattering, wouldn't it leave him with a cherished memory?

The fire dragon roars, the hourglass mountain, the upper flat surface, severed in a single blade stroke—since the capital of the soaring dragon empire, Dragon City, sat atop it, millions of people could be seen tumbling down from the summit at this moment.

Back in the day, Xu Jiefang had resorted to countless methods just to beg for a single piece of calligraphy, and describing it as exhausting every ounce of his strength would not be an exaggeration at all.

Never would they have expected that after that boiling wok of oil had bubbled for the span of an incense stick, with a single churn of the oil, a figure would emerge sequentially from within. He rose without a single speck of grease on him, and upon landing, his entire body still radiated treasures.

"I'm tired as a dog; my nose isn't that sharp anymore. If you want me to be certain, you at least have to let me rest for a moment. Once I've rested, recovered my energy, and can sniff around again for you," I said with a chuckle.

As for weaponry, the smelting plant had already refined a considerable amount of iron ore. Batches of iron weapons armed every single warrior to the teeth. The half-orcs possessed formidable physiques, and once outfitted in heavy armor, they became heavy infantry armed with battleaxes and giant hammers, possessing enough lethality to directly counter a cavalry charge from a human kingdom.

"Hehe, President Ma, when do you estimate your products here can be made?" Lu Tao didn't flatly refuse and asked instead.

Unlike the boring salons of ordinary nobles, social events hosted primarily by spellcasters were rare and precious opportunities for the exchange of knowledge.

Although Morivey wanted to broadcast the live feed of the meeting here to Qiu Fenglie, Qiu Fenglie still felt that since she wasn't present, she might as well truly not be present. She preferred to let them make their own decisions; if she were just observing from the sidelines, Morivey would at least have to take her thoughts into consideration.

If fundamental physical laws were followed, the speed of information must forever obey Einstein's theory of relativity and could never exceed the speed of light.

Put this way, Lin Yu and Nishang finally understood. This Motian's situation was quite similar to Nishang's: both of them were unable to absorb spiritual energy, meaning they possessed a wealth of strength yet were completely unable to use it. One could say their plight was extremely tragic.

With that, the man took out a thick hemp rope, walked over to Tie Feng, and judging by the posture, a thorough hog-tying was inevitable.

Thus, a joke circulated in the underworld—as everyone knows, mercenary missions never tell you what the mercenary mission actually is.

Liu Congxi walked in and bowed to inquire. Zhao Zhi was suffering from a flare-up of his head ailment at that moment and needed to ingest a golden pill to find relief.

While complaining, she nevertheless opened her luggage trunk and diligently began calculating various multi-sided combinations.

The person who spoke was someone she recognized as well; she had peered through the crack of the door that day at Song Tingjun's place and knew Song Tingjun's father.

The morning had been wasted for too long, and by now it was already noon. We casually found a fairly clean restaurant nearby and grabbed a hasty lunch.

In truth, Jin Chengjian's martial arts allowed him to scale walls and vault over eaves, coming and going without a trace; traversing twenty feet was done in the blink of an eye.

"Not angry? How can I not be angry? That Mu Xifeng actually pointed at my nose and threatened me in public! It's too infuriating! This old man cannot swallow this insult!" As he spoke, Mo Longsheng slammed his palm fiercely onto the table beside him. Instantly, wood chips flew everywhere, and a top-quality iron-wood table was completely ruined just like that.

Lele, that night when we left the West Lake, when we said our goodbyes, I clearly remember you crying. You said that parting ought to have a touch of sorrow so that it could be romantic. You also told me that if I missed you, all I had to do was look up at the brightest star in the night sky, and you would feel my yearning at that exact same moment.

"Alright, I know, I'll pay attention." Xia Yuntong, however, waved her hand dismissively, not caring much.