48 Growing Suspicion

To go a step further, there was something about Que that everyone capable of sensing could unequivocally perceive. Que was never dissatisfied with her appearance, yet such a juvenile height and demeanor inevitably brought about unnecessary trivial troubles in daily social interactions.

No outsider knew precisely how much wealth Lady Jia had accumulated, though the two sisters had often tallied it up during their idle hours.

Dongfang Yunyang calculated inwardly. The Ninth Squad had just completed the mission of burning the provision supplies and was currently deep within the occupied territory of the Land of Water. Their primary objective now was likely to retreat back to the Uehara stronghold. During this march, he probably would not get the opportunity to test Susanoo, and would likely have to wait until they safely returned to the Uehara stronghold to examine it more thoroughly.

If the hearts of all living beings were vast stars, and one looked down from above upon the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, upon turning back to gaze, the Dao would be right there.

Upon entering the inner chamber of Ning'an Hall, one was greeted by a twelve-panel gilded glass screen with folded borders, preventing visitors from taking in the entire scenery of the room at a single glance.

"Witchcraft! You are a fiend!" Mu Feifan pointed at Jiang Chang'an and cursed, but fearing he might lose his finger again, he hurriedly pulled his hand back.

A colossal entity—far larger than a flying broomstick, or indeed a hundred flying broomsticks—was racing across the deep blue sky toward the castle.

Countless times I tried to divert my attention, persuading myself that "this is just work," and countless times I nearly went mad.

"A crisis?!" Looking at the white-robed Left Protector's troubled expression, Song Ming felt a vague sense of recognition stir within him, yet for a moment he could not quite grasp it, as if it remained thousands of miles away and impossible to touch.

The entire Cold Moon Graveyard covered an exceptionally vast area. Even the federal army that had originally pioneered the Heavenly Moon Star did not know just how immense it truly was, because the deeper one ventured, the denser the violent energies blanketing the place became. It was completely impossible to explore using high technology, leaving only human manpower to rely upon.

Description: A mental cultivation technique of an ancient mighty being. Its original rank was Saint-grade Upper Tier, but due to severe damage reaching ninety-nine percent, its grade plummeted to Profound-grade Upper Tier.

Yet at this moment, the group of people who had temporarily escaped no longer had the heart to ponder such things. Anyone fleeing for their lives would never hold anything else as more important; at such a time, only one's own life mattered above all else.

Bai Mu could only manage a bitter laugh. *Grandmother, I'm sorry, I still couldn't save you. But I hope that during the days I accompanied you, your happiness was genuine.*

However, under Zhou Bingyu's formidable strength, even after exerting his full power and trying his utmost, Yan Hong was still vastly inferior. In fewer than five moves, and without Zhou Bingyu even employing any martial arts techniques, Yan Hong was defeated.

As time passed, disciples continually emerged from the teleportation array until, at last, the movement gradually ceased.

"This is?" Wan Changhui's eyes gleamed as he drew a sharp breath. Unbeknownst when, a cyan spatial key had once again appeared within this space.

"Master, Wuji knows this will put you in a difficult position, but I still implore you to try your absolute best!" He Wuji said with a grief-stricken voice.

Since the opponent did not move, Xiang Yu naturally remained even more motionless. Diverting a fraction of his focus to monitor Qi Hong and the others, he relaxed his limbs to allow his utterly fatigued body the best possible rest.

Li Changshou's fierce eyes glared, stirring boundless spiritual power as endless light-rain emerged all around his form.

Amidst billowing steam, Guanyin sat serenely atop a twelve-grade lotus platform, her form ethereal and captivating behind fluttering white gauze.

The title of God of Gamblers was exceedingly difficult to attain; ever since the establishment of the gambling tournament, no one had ever claimed the position.

Li Chengye nodded slightly, raising his gaze to look at Leng Tian. At that moment, Leng Tian suddenly noticed that Li Chengye's hair was somewhat disheveled, perhaps ruffled from his just having taken a bath.

As Fulushou spoke, a particularly massive root involuntarily twitched a few times.

Wanshou Mountain's Wuzhuang Temple? Zhenyuanzi? In that case... could these two Daoist children be Qingfeng and Mingyue?

There was no need for such bitterness as parting never to meet again; everyone could remain detached, acting as confidants, or perhaps bosom friends.

The mere thought that she had only just returned to her father's side, only to be parted from him once more, filled Leng Qingxia's mind with sorrow.

Under the pincer attack of the black and white realms, industry after industry under the Wang Group collapsed, either smashed by thugs or sealed off by relevant authorities.

Although thinking thusly, Yuanyuan's mind obediently enjoyed Mubei's second stroke, its two ears even twitching involuntarily.

Don't be foolish; if they went over there, they'd be swallowed up by those people without even their bones left. Besides, with something so obviously a trap, why would they take the risk?

From the beginning of the month when she arrived from the capital until right before her marriage, she had been submissive and timid. Although she had always had a decent relationship with Ye Liu'er, when had she ever laughed and bantered with Ye Liu'er like this?

The boat traveled for half an hour. Dawn was faintly breaking, but amidst the swirling snow and thick mist, the sky remained murky like twilight.

Indeed, the superpower amplification of the Judgment was not for the sake of those he considered his own people, but rather for the people of Huaxia.

Li Dalong, however, cared not in the least. Extending the index and middle fingers of his right hand, he pointed directly at the protective shield.

It was just that today she hadn't acted as foolishly in front of the crude fellow Ye Manfu, so when she returned to speak with the beginning-of-the-month self, her reaction had lapsed for a moment, nearly exposing her disguise.

No one had ever envisioned such a scenario; even the ascenders were shocked by the power Li Dalong had attained.

Those capable of using superpowers to alter their lives merely changed jobs. Previously, the emphasis was on knowledge, skills acquired through study, and work experience, whereas now the emphasis was on what kind of superpower suited what kind of job.

With these words, his large hand came to rest upon her knee, gently massaging it for her. As the pain gradually receded, Leng Huanyu felt much better, though the posture between them was undeniably overly intimate.

The scout captain was extremely diligent; drawing his bow and nocking an arrow without even taking aim, he fired directly into the distant brush. The fine-iron arrow traced an elegant arc before *swish*, plunging into the distant foliage.