Volume 1, Chapter 31: I Did Not Come to See You; I Came to See the Scenery

That night, I slept exceptionally soundly. Perhaps it was because the soldiers had drilled all day yesterday, causing them to collapse into bed immediately upon returning, unaware that the next morning, Lin Buyu would once again burst into song.

“Here’s the latest gossip…” I said with a smile, then led the eight elite fighters of the secret gate out of the room.

Just then, I saw Suzuki being seized by several shadowy figures nearby, who then rushed wildly forward.

It became unmistakably clear what the Drought Demon’s true intent was. He was setting a trap! Encircling without killing, he was using the lives of the Phoenix Clan as bait to lure everyone in.

Hou Ke, Qiu Qiu, Ku Houshu, Zhan Yue, Nuo Fang, and Zhou Xiaoqing walked straight to the car, opened the door, and climbed inside.

A whole minute passed, yet the ice-cold toad remained motionless. I grew worried—the shadowy blood essence I bore was no ordinary substance to be consumed lightly.

If anyone else were present, they would surely be astonished by his words. Though he played the role of one heading to certain death, his tone suggested absolute dominance. But for Finemir, who stood just behind him and hailed from the Holy City, the meaning behind Li Ran’s words was perfectly clear.

Perhaps for some, upon seeing the news and media’s public opinion, uncertainty would arise due to a lack of full understanding of the situation.

“Roots take hold in falling rain”—these four words were gradually ascending to prominence. The fact that he had topped the Chinese Hall of Fame for two consecutive terms spoke volumes. This man before us was the undisputed number one in China for one-on-one combat.

I couldn’t use brute force against Wen Jin. Doing so would leave me helpless, forced to simultaneously persuade her while twisting my head away to avoid her attempts to kiss me. Yet, turning aside like this proved barely effective.

Next, we waited patiently inside the tent. At seven in the evening, we ate some wine and dishes brought by Master Fan. Perhaps harboring a mindset of no return, Master Fan’s offerings were outstanding, prompting Wei Qi to praise them nonstop as he ate.

An elder in the early Foundation Establishment stage doubted the truth and took a Foundation Pill to examine it carefully.

To their surprise, as soon as the door was pushed open, the scene inside left the two utterly stunned.

Golden light surrounding Chen Hei’s body shattered into fragments, drifting like pollen in the air before scattering onto the ground and vanishing.

Everyone was terrified. Could a single word really disrupt one’s mind so thoroughly? Such a master was unheard of.

After a single shot, the sniper clutched his neck and collapsed headfirst, dropping his AR-15.

She would never forget the final moment she saw Bai Ziyu in the forest—how utterly lost and despondent he appeared.

Although everyone understood the nature of their relationship with Lin Feng, Yao Feiyan remained noticeably more reserved.

He reached out and grasped her hand, which was clutching her suit jacket. Her hand was slightly cold; Hao Sijun’s large hand was warm. Holding Mo Xuanyu’s hand felt incredibly comforting.

But what kind of character was Qing Jiu? Steward Zhuang at Prince Fu’s residence had watched Qing Jiu grow up and knew him all too well.

“I’m ready to begin the hunt. How about you?” Chu Yunyan tilted his head and asked as the rapid tones of the Cloud Palace echoed in his mind.

“Haha, why so polite? Here, you’re as at home as you are with your family. Just relax,” Ye Yuming said with a smile, glancing at Yuan Yuan. Seeing her shy smile, he felt his heart stir gently like a quiet ripple.

Thinking it was slow to support Ye Mianmian as she walked, he simply lifted her in his arms and strode away.