Chapter 116: Silence Implies Consent, Doesn't It?

Dream World
Lu Mingze sat in a bar keeping Focalors company while she watched cartoons. In his mind, however, this was less about companionship and more about surveillance; if Focalors were to suddenly slip away and get caught red-handed in the Teyvat world, it would be a disaster. Under normal circumstances, Focalors would be unable to escape on her own, but since this was Lu Mingfei’s dream tapir—and Focalors had inherited a portion of Lu Mingze’s spiritual traits—the possibility of an escape remained.

The ghost messenger’s daily tasks were sent by the Judges of Water and Fire, and she continued her former duties in the underworld.

"Master, I have come to assist you with your morning ablutions." As he spoke, You Guan leaned his head slightly, stealing a glance at the silk curtains.

It was clear that Wen Renjie had issued the order for the three combat divisions of the 18th District to be deployed in full force long ago. When he received the call from Black Tiger in Zhan He’s room and heard the report, he did not even raise an eyebrow.

The Eighth Princess, Cheng Shan, was to be married to the Mo clan of Jiangnan. Her dowry was prepared so lavishly that Empress Xie seemed unwilling to stop until De Shu’s dowry exceeded Cheng Shan’s.

Emperor Gao of Yan had been frequently ill over the past two years, suffering from coughs, chest tightness, and, at times, sleepless nights.

Shen Qiuhua spoke without a hint of denial, leaving it unclear whether she was confirming Liu Xue’s rejection of Luo Hang’s identity or her judgment of her own character.

Fragments of the Soul Wall shimmered with a silver light under the sun. It was dusk, and the Yin Buddha would have to be delayed until nightfall.

Magistrate Wu stepped forward and examined the golden plaque closely. Engraved upon it were the characters for "Golden Dragon" and "Bright Moon." Since "Hao"—the word for "Bright"—was the name of the sovereign, using it privately was a capital offense; therefore, this man was truly a Celestial Master.

Had there been no surprises, they would have become a married couple. Perhaps they would not have shared a deep, passionate love, but they would have lived out their lives with mutual respect.

Yue Miao chose the finest inn and settled in with Xi Lang. At night, the two sat by the windowsill, watching the scenery outside.

"Brother Xu, why be so self-deprecating? I am only at the fourth level of the Middle Foundation Establishment stage; I am still far behind you," Chengtian comforted him.

Just as the judge and the official were still waiting outside the mansion, the two attendants, Gui Yuan and the two Impermanence Messengers, led the way. Accompanied by the sound of gongs and horns, they had already reached the outer wall of the Punishment Division’s residence.

Duan Wuya gathered a stream of violet-gold spiritual energy in his palm. As he clenched his right hand over the energy, the brilliant light vanished, and a smooth, violet-gold staff as thick as a goose egg appeared in his hand.

"Actually, it is not a big deal. You know the three great sects intend to use this trial to kill me and Junior Sister Zixuan. If I leave the group halfway, I hope you can protect Zixuan’s life," Chengtian said.

Cao Yijie looked at the monk and suddenly walked toward the incense burner. The incense sticks were still slowly radiating heat; as a cold breeze swept by, ashes drifted down, and the glowing embers of the Buddha incense burned even brighter.

"Let’s see what’s in the news lately." Ye Qian dragged his weary body to the living room and turned on the television.

Seeing her try to get up, he kicked her again. As he watched her tumble to the ground, he laughed, his expression growing even more smug and wicked.

It was better to hide in the tower; his status was different from the others, and if he were to appear and cause unnecessary trouble, it would be for the worse.

Lu Chen frowned slightly, a detail immediately caught by the observant Magistrate Lin. He signaled to his servants, who drove the six youths out like ravenous wolves.

A Spirit Artifact—only after a warrior at the Void-Returning stage spends decades or even centuries cultivating it with countless rare treasures does it develop a trace of spirituality and become a Spirit Artifact. They are genuine, supreme treasures, and every single one is a legendary existence in the martial world.

"These are two plane tickets. Tomorrow morning, I will have someone take Grandmother to Le City. You and Grandmother must leave together!" Xu Qingtian was clearly anxious. Was she worried that she would explain everything to Qin Fangbai?

Tony spoke. The information he had obtained came only from those who had emerged from the primitive tribes, and it was the existence of the giant python that gave him the confidence to search.