Chapter Sixty-Four: Bai Lingxuan’s Guilt Toward Bai Yue

Watching their figures vanish from her sight, Bai Lingxuan finally concealed her presence and returned to her room.

Those little tricks of theirs were hardly enough to fool her.

Experience comes with age.

Bai Lingxuan was someone who had truly fought her way through battlefields; she had noticed the problems between them long ago. She chose to bide her time, curious to see what they were hiding, but hadn’t expected it to be this matter.

A complex emotion flickered in Bai Lingxuan’s eyes.

Ye Qianmei was equally perplexed. She knew her own wine best—how had it suddenly become sweet?

Manxinghuo gritted his teeth, waved his broad hand, and once again released the scepter in his grasp. It floated above the center of the lake, as he quickly formed intricate seals with his hands, one after another, channeling them all into the scepter without exception.

Inside the Azure Peak Hall sat an old man, his hair and beard snowy white, face deeply lined with age. He wore a blue-green Daoist robe and was seated cross-legged on a cushion. Before him sat the ancestor of the Fox Immortals, who was also the forebear of the Qingqiu foxes—a branch of the Fox Immortals.

The engine rattled and clanked, though it was uncertain whether the noise came from damage to the engine or the car itself.

If these manufactured items weren’t left for Zhou Bili, it would clearly raise suspicions that they had other distributors.

“Who are you? Are you Li Tianluo?” He Yuecheng called out as he walked in that direction, moving farther and farther toward the sun, oblivious to how the path beneath his feet was becoming increasingly treacherous.

“What we fear is that if our deeds are exposed, she’ll shift the blame onto us,” the Grand Elder sighed.

Chen Ning’s straightforward answer caused Zeng Chengzhi to frown slightly. Suddenly, he felt that regardless of whether Chen Ning had exaggerated his military achievements, just based on his current demeanor, he was anything but a simple man.

If not for the fact that the totem pillar atop the mountain was still functioning, she would have thought it had failed.

Gu Canghan felt the delicate skin of Kang Le beneath the back of his hand and, hearing her words, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck him through.

Hearing this, Shen Yize secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the person’s skills were good, so it shouldn’t be Shen Tingting.

This “armor” was actually high-tech body armor, something she’d found while searching for medicine in the dimensional space. In the past, she often took on missions in the Third Realm, encountering various dangers, so the department had issued them several sets of protective gear.

Yu Nian kept one hand on the table. Though it merely appeared to rest there, in truth she was using it to steady her faltering body. Only when Jiang Nianyan’s figure completely disappeared did she feel as if all strength was drained from her, and she collapsed back into her chair.

Gu Mingzhen’s heart was now consumed with vengeance, and her main target was Old Lady Hou. As long as that old woman still stood, her life would forever hang by a thread.

“If you believe you can’t pass the exam, why waste your time, energy, and money going to the capital to take it?” Ling Chen pressed her, somewhat aggressively.

What she hadn’t expected at all was that rather than being angry, he didn’t even show the slightest hint of annoyance. It was as if those cutting words passed over him like a breeze, never touching his heart—thus, there was no ripple of emotion.

“Go on, go find your Brother Ling Chen,” Wu Ningshuang said, her tone less than friendly, poking Ren Hongluan on the forehead with an outstretched finger.

For safety’s sake, however, Wen Yun still took their blood samples into the space for testing.

“Qiao Shen is utterly malicious—it’s purely a matter of character. And as for A Zhou, he’s hopelessly indecisive in matters of the heart…” Yu Nian’s voice trailed off with a hint of hesitation.

“So, this man is already a master of Earth rank?” Chu Huaiyu spoke up. He had once crossed swords with Chen Ji and knew Chen Ji’s strength well. He was reluctant to believe that anyone at the Profound rank could possess such power, able to handle the combined assault of Chen Ji and four others with such ease.