Chapter 31: Her Information Was Leaked

Zhao Baitong had no intention of telling him about her recent troubles; she knew how busy he was.

Yet, upon seeing him, the distress from being bullied and harassed welled up inside her like a bitter tide at the sight of a familiar face. She fought back the tears threatening to spill. "It's nothing."

"Are you sure it's nothing?"

Zhao Baitong averted her eyes from his gaze...

After that... she could hear nothing more. She only felt as if she had been plunged into a furnace, her entire body engulfed in flames.

Immediately, he summoned people to arrange rest for Nangong Qian, Zhan Wuji, and Xiao Ruoshui.

None of the dark cultivators present remained unmoved; even the fifth-step cultivators were utterly shocked.

Before even a single round was finished, Chi Liang had defeated Simpson. While Rivers was deeply surprised, he also felt incredibly frustrated—a perfectly good boxing prodigy had been hindered by basketball.

The many elders in the rear watched the scene with mocking amusement, a dynamic reminiscent of a cat playing with a mouse.

However, the Dao Sect had now firmly established itself in the Xuanhuang Great World. With the weight of his reputation, he believed no one would dare trouble the sect.

Then, they saw the Emperor leading a group of people into the palace in a hurried, anxious state, as if something momentous had occurred.

By the time the family of three had finished exploring the surrounding area, four or five days had passed. Liang Wu spent his days playing wildly with his son and his nights tormenting Cheng Yu, growing even more unrestrained within the spatial realm. Just as he had said, he was determined to make up for every debt he felt he owed; if he didn't, he would feel as though he had suffered a great loss.

I retorted sharply, telling her that whether I chose to feign lameness or stupidity was none of her business—why was she being so meddlesome? My mood was already poor, and my tone was biting.

If there were even a few cultivators at the Spirit Transformation stage among them, wouldn't all the cultivators arriving through the teleportation array of Blood-Drenched City be reduced to cannon fodder?

Bai Mei'er was stunned for a moment, then a strange smile touched her lips. She immediately knelt respectfully and said, "Mei'er will strictly follow the Sect Master's decree."

Memory is truly a speechless thing; though yesterday I could not recall the details, now, the events about to unfold have become crystal clear.

While the burly man pondered his strategy, the young master gained some time. However, the man already knew how to obtain the Fire Tree and Silver Flowers, while the young master remained lost regarding the path of restoration. These were the respective strengths and weaknesses of the two.

Long Qisheng knew the matter was difficult and dared not blame Liu Hongting. From Yongcheng to Huaian, everything he saw along the way consisted of deserted villages and dying, starving corpses. Outside the gates of Huaian Prefecture, thousands of beggars fought for porridge daily just to sustain their lives.

Jiang Dingfang let out a thunderous shout. The clouds hovering over the mountain ravine behind him trembled violently. Following a shrill eagle cry, a massive raptor soared from the depths of the gorge, piercing through layers of mist and shooting straight into the sky, its wings beating to produce a whistle that echoed through the ravine.

These personal injuries included those caused by cosmetics, especially micro-business products like facial masks, which had inflicted varying degrees of harm due to quality issues.

In truth, when the duel began, everyone present knew that if the Spirit Transformation elder could not take down Tang Chuan, he would lose—even if the match were a stalemate or the young master were wounded.

"You seem very calm. You saw that illusion just now quite clearly, didn't you?" the ghost suddenly lowered its voice.

The remainder of the journey was devoid of any danger. It proved that, excluding Ray's "previous mistake," he was generally quite trustworthy.

"How did you know?" After an unknown amount of time, the slightly hoarse voice of Hagah Kyosuke reached him. Asahi looked up, catching a fleeting, bitter smile at the corner of the man's mouth, and the lingering, indelible sorrow upon his face.