Volume 1, Chapter 21: Zhu Jun

After passing through the ticket gate, Luo Xuan sat in the waiting room with her hands tucked into her sleeves.

In the distance, a commotion erupted. Lin Zhaodi came running over, breathless. Standing outside the security checkpoint, she waved her arms and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Second Sister!"

Ah, it was Mother.

Because the "Know Thyself, Know Thy Enemy" spell allowed one to see the current vitality, magical power, five-element attributes, and rage levels of the source of the ley line energy, Wu Tianji could not help but feel a twinge of surprise once she discerned the specific properties of that source.

Heaven knows if these iron trees possess their own olfactory sensing systems; if they were to detect that his scent differed from that of the other ghost soldiers, they would surely coil around him and wrap him up like a rice dumpling in an instant.

However, the various tribes of the Northern Frontier subsequently turned and marched right back into the Thousand Blade Mountains, nearly trapping the Great Sui’s northern expeditionary force of several million soldiers in a deadly pincer.

"Understood," Zhao Feihua said, hurriedly gathering up her zither, flute, and the scattered copper coins and gold leaves.

As he spoke, he let out a roar. At that moment, his expression shifted, and within the room, the monsters depicted in the massive portrait seemed to react in unison, as if gripped by extreme terror; all of a sudden, they looked as though they had seen a ghost.

"Namo Amitabha! May the Buddha have mercy. If you wish to save the maiden Bai Jingjing, you may have these chivalrous benefactors escort you to the underworld to petition the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He will assist you in locating Bai Jingjing within the realm of the dead," the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva of the South Sea said after a moment of silence.

When Qin Luofan returned to the Qin residence from the Qin Corporation at noon and approached the door of Chen Mohan’s bedroom, he heard laughter and conversation coming from within. He paused, momentarily stunned, before remembering that Luo Jingyang had mentioned bringing Yang Qingluo over.

Having said this, Xu Minghui flicked his sleeves, marched off in a huff toward his Passat, opened the door, climbed in, and sped away.

As he spoke, my father let out several long, heavy sighs. Just as my parents were about to take me and leave, I suddenly felt a chill run through my body. It dawned on me that I had left one of my garments in Granny Mu’s room, and I quickly informed my parents.

However, if Niu Dandan acted too presumptuously, or even shamelessly, the Dragon King of the East Sea—as the master of the East Sea Palace—might not say anything on the surface, but he would inevitably harbor resentment in his heart.

Shao Yiluo said indifferently, "If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave." He brushed past Mi Ke, intending to walk straight ahead, but felt his hem pulled forcefully. He turned his head back.

Murong Qianxue disregarded all decorum, clutching her stomach and roaring with laughter. Gu Youlan and Huang Jingxiang both looked on with expressions of sympathy.

"Heng! That’s him! That is Jing Yan!" Lu Feifei, the tramp held in his arms, saw the flames of fury erupting in Jing Yan’s eyes and flew into a rage. She immediately pointed at Jing Yan and spoke to Zhang Heng.

"No, I am going back right now to report this to our Master and Grandmaster, and have them come to take you away," Yan Feng said, turning abruptly to leave. He truly wanted to give his junior brother a sound thrashing—the spineless wretch.

Sure enough, he saw the sniper again—saw him with perfect clarity—yet he had no way to take him out. He was completely out of ammunition and his weapons were exhausted; in his desperation, he had no choice but to take off his shoe and hurl it at the sniper.

She had always hoped for a chance to make amends. Now that she had returned, she felt she ought to make up for the mistakes of the past, if such a thing were even possible.

When Ling Anfeng arrived at Murong Tianxiang’s tent, he heard her calling out, each cry a plea for "Feng, Feng." Ling Anfeng had initially assumed that Murong Tianxiang would hate him, but it appeared she remained just as she had been in the past: dependent and filled with love.