Volume 1, Chapter 51: This Street Trip Was Definitely Worth It!

The Huo family released statements to the outside world claiming that Huo Yu and his family enjoyed a harmonious relationship.

As for what their true relationship was like, only the few people who attended the welcome banquet that night knew.

Even if those people knew, they would not broadcast it far and wide.

After all, no one would intentionally go out of their way to offend the Huo family.

The royal family had been the first to share this news with the Starlight Mercenary Corps, reaping the greatest benefits, but surely they couldn't monopolize all the gains, right? They had to let everyone else share a little bit of the success, one way or another.

Therefore, almost everyone believed that Guo Lin intended to use the Wild Dragon Prison Chant to fend off the World-Destroying Demon Seal.

Yet Chu Tao continued to stare at him unblinkingly; against the dark background, a few white feathers at the hem of his robe were particularly striking.

Xiao Yan, Ying Wushuang, and Feng Feiyang all lacked the technique to combine the two, which indicated that the three of them had not yet reached a certain level. As for elders like Chen Feng, most of them could only attain the rank of Eight-Star Medicine Guider; unable to comprehend the fundamental roots of medicine and technique, they would forever remain unable to reach the ideal tier.

He knew he should look for water first, but this prison was completely empty—aside from the filthy water on the ground, where on earth could he find anything to quench his thirst?

Zhao Gan smiled faintly, lifted his foot from the body of the bodyguard, and swept his gaze past Yamaguchi Shintoku toward the three Chinese employees of the Pingjin Telegraph Office. Those three could not help but quietly take a few steps backward.

Without Dou Qi, they would have to rely entirely on basic physical attacks to fight. To decide the victory in full view of everyone using such an unsightly method would be utterly disgraceful for high-level Sword Ancestor experts.

With that, he turned and went upstairs. Xia Haitong stared blankly at his retreating back—had she said something wrong just now?

People leaning out from the restaurants and teahouses along the street, seeing the commotion over here, poked their heads out as well. Since there seemed to be a good show going on, how could they possibly miss it?

Ye Yaotiao was just about to retort when the phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Picking it up to check the caller ID, she discovered it was a call from Han Shaoxun.

Therefore, he appreciated Zhang Ruofeng all the more and grew increasingly convinced that he was a man capable of accomplishing great things.

Beigong Chen and Beigong Yi were brothers; why could Beigong Jue tolerate Beigong Yi, yet fail to tolerate Beigong Chen?

She had thought this place was high up, perilous, and therefore safe, and she could never have imagined that anyone could fly. It shocked her so much that her jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Because if it were merely a matter of routine, he shouldn't have been able to harden his heart like this. Staying away and refusing to look back for so many years—only someone whose heart had been thoroughly broken would flee like this, actively avoiding their dearest and nearest kin.

"It seems a little better." Liang Mi drew closer to the fireball, and a trace of healthy color finally tinted her face.

A few days ago, the Jueneng Group, one of the Jiang family's pillar industries, suddenly changed ownership. Although it was still unclear who was behind it, this was clearly someone targeting the Jiang family.

This truly was the prime location for encountering ghosts, yet this house was brimming with the warmth of living people, entirely devoid of any gloomy atmosphere. To make matters worse, the tree-lined avenue outside the door was composed of willows.

She got up to see Lin Mu to the door, arranging for a driver to take him back. After watching the car drive away, she returned to the cafe.

Ye Jingtang unassumingly patted him on the shoulder, and that chill vanished instantly, causing even Jun Muchu's hunched back to straighten up.

Meanwhile, Song Ling lowered his head and gently tapped the void beneath his feet, immediately causing ripples to spread outward in a remarkably magical display.

Ye Jingtang followed the sound and spotted a cute, baby-faced individual, but the person's glabella was darkened by yin energy—they were destined for bad luck tonight.

Even within this gloomy ravine, bursts of whimpering sounds echoed, resembling the low, weeping cries of wandering souls, making one's hair stand on end.

This was what he had always wanted: an embrace, a fiery embrace untainted by any trace of carnal desire. After twenty-seven years of pining day and night, he had finally obtained it today.