Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Future Direction of the Priests’ Sanctuary

After returning to the hotel, the group closed the door behind them, and Haoyue immediately began bounding about with excitement.

Seeing Haoyue so thrilled, Bai Lingxuan spoke softly, “It seems Haoyue is very fond of this stone sphere.”

Bai Lingxuan had always liked Haoyue, the magical beast companion contracted by her grandson Bai Haochen.

“Yes, he really is,” Bai Haochen replied helplessly with a nod.

He then raised his hand, and a faint golden light radiated from his body.

In truth, just as Wang Hao had predicted, in the second round, though it took a bit more effort, Jing Fengyu still managed to easily defeat his second opponent.

“Fifth Brother, we are not traitors to the Daoist sect, nor are we turncoats. As long as our conscience is clear, there is no need to explain ourselves to him,” said Duke Biancheng, his face solemn, his manner carrying a hint of a wealthy merchant’s authority.

“It seems we’ll have to use magic attacks,” Lan Yudie said. “I’ll block with my sword; you use the Celestial Dance to slow it down.” With that, Lan Yudie swung her sword to shield Chen Mengqi, giving her time to perform.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiao Yan gently pushed his hands forward, and the fire lotus, appearing utterly harmless, drifted lightly in mid-air, slowly gliding ahead.

“Damn it! If I ever find out which bastard is the mole, I’ll destroy him with my own hands,” Sun Kaixuan grumbled, increasingly certain there was an infiltrator at the border checkpoint. Otherwise, things couldn’t possibly be this coincidental.

“It’s true. That Chen expert is a renowned doctor in the country; ordinary people could never get him to act,” Wang Yuexia muttered.

In Dobo Nanning City, early the next morning, all its residents were still lost in the excitement of last night’s grand event.

After a long silence and lengthy deliberation, the brothers made the difficult decision to use this prescription.

However, according to the information Bai Kunlong had received, all the police dogs at the border checkpoint had been poisoned and lost their sense of smell, rendering them useless for drug detection. The sudden appearance of this husky left Liu Changdong perplexed, his mind racing through various possibilities.

What about those men in their thirties and forties who have dedicated their youth to the army, achieving great merit before becoming officers—what are they supposed to do now?

The Royal Swordmaster strode forward and kicked the blue fox, weighing a sharp willow-leaf blade in his hand before skinning the creature on the spot.

“Do you really still love this child?” As Rui’er gazed absent-mindedly at Lu Tianxiang’s face, a crack suddenly appeared beside her, unnoticed. From the fissure stepped a masked man—the vice leader of the Demon Alliance, Feather.

Li Jing’er was no fool. Upon coming downstairs, she immediately noticed the house was exceptionally clean. She looked around; apart from the thick layers of dust that had been cleared away, the place gleamed. Pretending not to notice, she walked to the garden—clearly, someone had tended to it. Otherwise, how could the flowers and plants be so lush and green?

Li Fei had only recently learned, and the shocking news came from Cao Yan’s mouth: Allen was Li Jing’er’s long-lost younger brother. Yet now Allen was defending Jian Jie, which was truly heartbreaking.

Fortunately, Wang Lu’s phone had GPS tracking installed, or else they would have had no clue where to start looking.

“Leave? Hmph, you think you’ll know the reason once you’re out? I bet there’s something strange in this valley, and they’ve set all this up just to confuse us,” Lu Shuiyi sneered.

Thus, Wang Zhong had visited the back mountain of the Flaming Cloud Range three times in just one month.

“I’m the chief of the local police station! You dare arrest me? Don’t you realize you’ll end up in jail? You’re going against the government. Aren’t you afraid? Believe me, I could have you all executed,” Zhu Yixing raged.

“Xue’er, being moved and forgiving are not the same thing. Everything will have to wait until I see my mother,” Lin Yang said quietly.