28 Do Not Drink Carelessly

In truth, he understood that on an interface like the Divine Mirror, every glimmering light represented a sect. At this moment, dozens of the brighter sects were shining, while many others, much dimmer and nearly negligible, also floated upon its surface.

"There is no need for such formalities, Elder. Your iron-willed integrity commands my deepest respect," Zuo Yu said, cupping his hands in a salute.

"What exactly caused my mother's illness? Could I possibly take leave to go and see her?" Jia Qing asked tentatively.

Facing Ning Yao's complaints, Diwu Shengkong remained as smiling as he had been years ago; his attitude toward her had never changed.

Despite being in the midst of a frozen, snow-covered wasteland, a rolling wave of heat surged toward them from the front. It was not hard to imagine the sheer power of those two jet engines.

"I, too, see hope. Perhaps the current strength of our Temple of Ares is no longer inferior to what it once was," Tie Guai said.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in black casual wear. Although he tried his best to appear amicable, Lin Yang could still discern the underlying chill in his eyes.

They had worked together for a long time and shared a profound tacit understanding; usually, a single glance was enough to convey the other's meaning.

He felt as if his heart had been torn to shreds, bleeding profusely. It was hollow, filled with a bone-chilling pain.

Two shadowy ghosts lunged to intercept me, both attacking with punches. The difference was that my fists were wreathed in golden light, while theirs were cloaked in black mist.

Just then, beside the torrent of energy, Jiang Boyue appeared. He brought good news to Ding Yantian, yet it only served to double the pressure weighing upon him.

However, Lord Kuishan merely sneered, ignoring the pleas and focusing on operating the Altar of Flesh and Blood. He refined the bodies of those ten thousand innocent cultivators into pus and gore. A surging, bloody miasma erupted into the sky, dyeing the clouds a crimson red, gorgeous and grotesque, like the sunset's afterglow.

"Very well. I will bring the conditions you proposed to a meeting. If you'll excuse me!" Having been a host for over a decade, Cao Xueyan had developed a swift and decisive style. She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left.

"Sword Saint, with your current strength, it is unwise to force your way into these muddied waters," Yao Xi remarked, destroying a storm of sword energy while offering a "friendly" reminder.

After she left, Shen Qiang purchased some medicinal ingredients that could be used for Foundation Establishment Pills, but the critical Purple-Heart Dragon Saliva remained elusive. Shen Qiang suspected that the Medicine King Valley might have it, but considering the current circumstances, there was no need to ask the beautiful fairy Qin Yurou about it.

I watched this scene, my expression darkening instantly. Could this be considered anything other than blatant humiliation?

Tang Rao could only admit that Bajin was highly intelligent; what else could he do? Admit that his own intelligence was on par with a five-year-old's?

"Fellow Daoist Han, please tell us in detail about the demon," Hu Feizi said after inviting everyone to be seated, bringing up the topic from earlier.

The head of the deep-scheming Black Blade Sect warrior was severed directly from his body, flying several dozen meters away.

Shen Zhu immediately dialed her grandfather Shen Zhenbang's cell phone. While driving, she activated the car's Bluetooth headset to answer.

Jiang Xinyue felt inexplicably annoyed and embarrassed. Feeling quite bashful, she hurriedly tugged on her father's clothes.

Exiting the park, the street lamps were already illuminated. At night, the provincial capital seemed even more prosperous than by day, with brilliant lights and a constant stream of traffic. People who had been busy all day were finally able to rest, accompanying their families for a stroll.

"Why leave? It's so hot; surely you don't need me to warm your bed, do you?" Chen Wei asked in all seriousness.

After lunch, the actors arrived at the auditorium one after another. There had been many things to attend to since the start of the semester, and the welcome gala had been delayed time and again. Finally set for after National Day, with all sorts of trivial matters piling up, the schedule was tight and the tasks heavy. All the performers and staff were exhausted.

"Very good. Do as I have requested." The Fire Wolf Rat was quite satisfied with Fan Limei's current expression and behavior.

After entering the fitness area, Chen Wei could clearly feel several gazes directed toward him, which instantly made him feel a shiver down his spine.

She stood up, leaning against the table, her hands waving wildly in the air as if trying to grab something. She caught nothing, and her foot tripped over an empty jar.

While feeling puzzled, Li Yunjian's gaze fell inadvertently to the floor, where a row of footprints stretched from the door to the seat where Chen Wei sat.

Yet, her intuition told her that this was indeed the work of the heavens—that the Lord of the Sky had sent him to help her.

This punch lacked any divine glow, and even the force of an ordinary man. Xi Yuan was stunned, unable to fathom what kind of divine technique this was. As the fist touched his chest, he felt his vision go black. When he regained his sight, he had arrived in a strange and mysterious void.

A Daoist guarding the hall heard the sound and rushed over. He noted the name on the jade tablet and immediately turned to sprint toward the Enforcement Hall.

Watching Wang Qiang's awkward expression, Zhang Fei and Tao Yiting exchanged a smile, both realizing what he was thinking. He must have assumed that they intended to stay in the same room, being a married couple after all.

At the same time, it occurred to him that it was likely at that very moment that Lin Wanxiong began to look at him with newfound respect.

The person he saw was Xia Lan. Although she was now covered in mud and water, her pretty appearance still made the soldier's heart flutter. Most importantly, the soldier rarely saw such bright eyes and such a fresh smile.

Just as Pei Yiyi was about to say something more, Meng Zongan caught sight of Su Chennan, Su Chenrui, and Meng Mingxu on horseback, riding on either side of a carriage bearing their family crest, slowly approaching the Princess's Mansion. He called out hurriedly.

With that, Qin Xiaobai took a deep breath. With a wave of his hand, a massive red sword fell into his grasp.

Li Mu had witnessed Zhang Fei slaughtering a large number of ghost soldiers; he knew that such a sight only occurred when many ghost soldiers perished in the same place.

While they were chatting, Yang Yuting had been beaten to exhaustion by Qi Shanshan. Conversely, Qi Shanshan looked as if nothing had happened.

On a stone chair above, an old man leaned back. His hair was white, his face covered in wrinkles, and his complexion was haggard, clearly indicating that his days were numbered.

Running at full speed, Hei Yi arrived before Bai Yu. Bai Yu maintained a calm expression, raising a hand to wave, and an earth dragon burst from the ground, lunging toward Hei Yi.

Chu Yuntang was just about to release the dove when she heard a cold, harsh voice behind her. A chill ran down her spine, and she had no choice but to hold the dove and turn around stiffly.