38 Prefectural City, Squire Li's Estate Sells a Tiger

Meng Yun began to regale everyone with stories from Journey to the West; having watched the show since she was a child, she knew the plot so well she could practically recite it backward.

Amidst the laughter and chatter, time passed quickly. An hour later, they reached the town. To save time, Zhou Yaru bought thirty steamed buns and two roasted chickens, which, along with the spiced beef they had brought from home, made for a meal they ate on the go.

The August weather was at its peak heat for the year. Lush, green crops stretched across the fields on both sides of the road, a sight that brought a sense of...

Just as Jiang Yichen was attempting to persuade Le Ruyi, the triumphant voice of Wu Han drifted over from nearby.

"Understood." Iron Tree replied, though he did not turn back immediately. He waited until Yama had walked out of the training grounds before casting a complex look at Yama's retreating figure, then turned to head back into the arena.

"Knowing you were no match, why did you come here to throw your life away?" Zhang Yixian asked Rujiao with a puzzled look, desperate to understand what had transpired.

With many eyes and ears about, Yiyi offered a graceful bow and, without further ado, led Mo Yuan deep into the Emerald Red Pavilion. After passing through countless doors and navigating numerous corridors, the two finally arrived in an exceptionally bright and elegant private room.

The extravagant gilded glass lamp on the table had burned out, but massive night-pearls placed in the four corners of the chamber illuminated the tomb as if it were broad daylight. The curtains, embroidered with exquisite patterns, rippled in the breeze stirred by the triggered mechanism, their colors blending like shifting waves of water.

They likely assumed I was asleep, for they remained silent, leaving the surroundings quiet save for the sound of the carriage moving forward.

"You mean Xin'er?" Qian Yifeng looked at Ye Mo with disdain, his eyes filled with profound contempt.

"Brother Yefeng, if I may be so bold as to ask: how did you pass through the Element God's barrier to arrive at the Abyss of Oblivion?" Bryant, who had been silent for a long while, asked with a sense of urgency.

In a single second, in the blink of an eye, his expression shifted through several different faces. Honestly... it was somewhat terrifying.

By now, many guests had stepped out of their private rooms to observe the scene. Having grown bored of such spectacles, few were actually interested in watching; after all, no one was foolish enough to abandon the pleasures of their rooms to witness such a tedious dispute.

"In a few days, I will bring you back to the Prince's Mansion." Shentu Yi did not stop walking or look back; he simply spoke in a loud voice. It sounded like a decision already made, leaving no room for negotiation.

Upon hearing what Sickle said, Hu Long’s eyes narrowed slightly. As long as there was an explanation for Sha Qi, he had nothing to fear. After all, publicly gunning down so many people in such circumstances would have serious repercussions. But since Sickle had spoken, Hu Long felt his worries begin to subside.

Ye Chen noticed that the gaze of the soldiers in the first battalion had grown dim; they simply dared not voice their true intentions.

Wu Qitian stared at the suddenly appearing evil entity, feeling the overwhelming demonic energy press down upon him, sending a chill down his spine and causing his heart to tremble violently.

However, everyone noticed that the territory just vacated had been instantly occupied by others. Fortunately, Molina stepped out in time to clarify the situation, preventing any unnecessary conflict between the North District and Death's Paradise.

They knew Imhotep and had spent time with him; perhaps that was reason enough to kill... they should start their investigation there.

Truth be told, Shi Qingwan still occupied an important place in Ning Qingguang's heart. As long as she did not appear in her fox form, her allure remained lethal to him.

One must be respectful and ingratiate oneself; otherwise, who knew what kind of influence might be whispered in the ears of those in power?

Barely suppressing the urge to go and take Herzog’s head off right then and there, Yan Xun focused under Genji’s guidance, feeling the power contained within his own bloodline.

Even Huang Quan and Kagome, who possessed the Wish Compass, had been lured away, so the folks from the Ministry of the Environment's Countermeasures Division would naturally be even easier to deal with.