Chapter Sixty-Three: If That Day Ever Comes, I Will Stand Before Them and Not Let Tragedy Happen

Although Long Tianyin regretted his actions, as long as Bai Haochen belonged to the Knight Sanctuary, that was enough. Bai Haochen’s glory was deeply entwined with the Sanctuary itself. As long as Bai Haochen was one of their own, nothing else mattered. Instantly, Long Tianyin’s mood brightened. His grandson was the Child of Light! The Child of Light! After six thousand years, the Knight Sanctuary finally welcomed a Child of Light.

“Yes, thank you, Lord Long,” Bai Haochen replied.

Yet, in the next moment, Long Tianyin realized that every step ahead was fraught with danger, and not a single mistake could be afforded. There was still a squad of cavalry loyal to the royal family and the Captain of the Guards ahead. If both teams moved together, the caravan would surely attract suspicion, so the cavalry remained at a distance.

The eunuch beside him hurriedly presented the battle report. The emperor’s hands trembled as he opened it, and with just one glance, he was utterly shocked.

At that moment, an advisor had already voiced his opinion, and the Second Prince had expressed his approval as well.

Neckle was the most carefree among them, yet he lost the most. Yes, the owner of nearly half the country’s land, the governor, and the king’s “right brain” were all playing cards in the front hall, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows.

Under intense concentration, Chen Guotai could use his will to collect a square meter of soil, about forty centimeters deep, along with anything up to two meters high on that patch, into his spatial storage.

With this map, Su Shang avoided many wrong turns. Before long, he had delivered the two of them to their destination.

He stroked his chin, as if pondering something, yet his gaze lingered ever so subtly on Ying Zhao.

Sitting on the ground, Li Ya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. A searing pain pierced his chest. Though his ribs weren’t broken—no need for them to be set—they were cracked.

A miniature airship now hovered over Würzburg, its hull clad in thin wooden planks. The propeller ceased spinning at the city’s edge, and from above, ropes lowered equipment and a team of dwarf engineers.

Gui Tai spoke, “You bear the weight of many advanced techniques, so naturally you cannot devote all your energy to the Void Divine Slash. I, however, have studied only this art for many years, and so have achieved what you see.”

On the back of the spirit sparrow stood a lone figure, dressed in azure robes that fluttered without wind, exuding an aura of profound depth. As he leapt lightly from the sparrow’s back, his finger flicked, sending two seven-colored beams toward Lu Feng and Yan Lie. In an instant, both coughed forth blood, the crimson gushing like a fountain.

Smiling, he gathered the crimson petals from the bed and scattered them over Yu’er. It was as if a rain of red descended, and Yu’er laughed wildly, letting the petals envelop and bury her layer upon layer. In that moment, it was not petals falling but money, diamonds, happiness, fulfillment—the realization of countless dreams and hopes.

“So, is this the result of your discussion? Is this all you’ve come up with? Hmph, overestimating yourselves.” Xiao Tianhao could listen no longer. After all that, they’d said nothing. His tone turned sinister.

Her faint smile, though not enough to topple a city, was still charming beyond compare. Even an old fox like Brother Xu couldn’t help but be jolted by that enchanting smile, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.

On this barren land, there were few crops left for it to ravage. The owners of those fields wished they could feast on its flesh and drink its blood. Thus, the wild boar was forced to trek farther into the forest, seeking delicious mushrooms or whatever else it could find to fill its belly.

So Xia Jian shifted his body and squeezed through the narrow gap. The security guard on duty was sleeping like the dead, not stirring in the slightest.

Tianyu Yōhime knew they would not believe her straight away, so she spoke in detail: “Ten years ago, a Demon Emperor came to Tianyu City. My father discovered him immediately. The two fought, and my father was no match—he lost an arm to the Demon. Now, my father is being held in the Profound Cold Cavern.”