Chapter 39: So She Had Attached Herself to Princess Xuanyun

Lin Nian, the person in question, had by now arrived at Shou'an Hall.

The main hall was crowded with patients. She noticed Gu Anyu seeing patients as well, though she did not have many; most of her time was spent helping to write prescriptions and dispense medicine.

A medicine boy recognized Lin Nian. Since Feng Mo-bing was currently a rising star at Shou'an Hall, the boy remembered Lin Nian, who had brought Feng Mo-bing there, and led her into the backyard.

Before she could even knock on the door, she heard arguing from within.

"Sister-in-law, the people at Shou'an Hall..."

"Hundreds of years ago, it wasn't like today. Back then, the martial arts world was brilliant; sects and noble families stood in great numbers, experts were as common as rain, and cultivators were as abundant as pigs and dogs, found everywhere."

Gu Youlan sighed upon hearing this. However, even if all infantry units mastered these grenade-throwing techniques, there remained a prerequisite: they would need a sufficient supply of hand grenades.

Both of them began to reminisce. While the intensity of their sentiment was not great, they each felt the other's sincerity; after all, as fellow disciples who had studied together, they were quite familiar with one another.

Two minutes later, Zhao Qinghui was still maneuvering his Holy Knight, beads of sweat thick on his forehead. He had been circling for three full minutes. He had managed to force the combat from the center of the arena toward the walls, yet he had not found a single suitable opportunity to attack.

Xia Yongyuan sneered coldly, his hands already restless with anticipation, waiting for the light barrier to vanish so his Holy Knight could charge in with sword drawn.

Prompted by Ai Zi's reminder, Xi Si smiled radiantly and withdrew a white dancing fan from her item slot. In the blink of an eye, the fan’s brilliance bloomed and faded. Beside her, the wind swirled like falling snow. With a flick of her fingers, she captivated hearts; with a silent gaze, she was as gentle as water.

It was not just the lingering consciousness of the Reed Warlock that was astonished by Kadi’s outburst; Kadi’s companions were equally surprised.

"Are you truly going to wait for us to force your hand before you show the anger inside you? Do you not feel the least bit stifled?" Teacher Hadi continued to taunt.

But these words caused a turbulent storm in Aiward’s heart. He recalled those days over twenty years ago, when the Refugee City had just been established—a memory he would never forget for the rest of his life.

In the afternoon, the workers went to buy groceries and wine. Wang Mazi and Liao the Lame, carrying a basket full of money, went to find Beiming.

Or was it because, having drunk that glass of wine spiked with a hallucinogen, he had been unable to see clearly?

The elder and the young master exclaimed in unison. The secret to Yang Tao’s cultivation techniques? Did that not mean he could teach all his techniques to others without worrying about any baseless soul restrictions?

"Old Man Li, if you keep holding me back, believe it or not, I’ll ram you to death!" The Bull Brother’s hooves glowed brilliantly.

Of course, to set up a folding array, one required cultivation at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, as well as the status of a Level 5 Array Master.

"Master Zhao, are you truly willing to teach us the Art of Qi Observation?" An old man trembled with excitement.

Then, shifting to the middle lane, they coordinated with Ye Tian’s mid-lane Ying Zheng, who led a wave of minions to directly pressure the first tower.

To think that such a person had died in battle at Yanshan. What exactly had been entrenched in Yanshan in the past? Liu Qian’s brow furrowed tightly; he felt more and more that Yanshan was extraordinary.

Even Lin Huan felt his heart skip a beat. Recalling what his master had said atop the mountain in Huacheng during the day, Lin Huan became even more curious about his master's true identity.

The entire suit of armor was a deep, mysterious black. It looked ancient and sturdy, and the style was that of heavy armor—clearly designed for a fierce general who would charge into the fray.

As for other things, she dared not think too much, for she did not want to fall into clichés. Although she envied each and every rocket that floated by on the banner, she also longed to see her own name, Shen Wen, left upon those rockets.