Chapter 30: Friends Bound by Heart and Soul

"Miss!"
"Yiyue!" Lan Yin looked back in surprise.
"Miss, what happened to your face?" As soon as Yiyue approached, she looked Lan Yin up and down.
"It's nothing; we'll talk about that later," Lan Yin shook her head at her.
"Sister Lan Yin, since your guard has found you, we should say our goodbyes. Here is the three taels of silver I borrowed from you earlier; please take it!" Lu Shijiu quickly pulled three taels of silver from his waist and stuffed them into Lan Yin's hand.
"Grandfather... there is no need. I..." Tu Baobao wanted to clarify her and Nangong Yuhan's plans. Although Nangong Yuhan had unintentionally given her a promise just now, Tu Baobao did not take it to heart at all.
"Do you have any more questions? If not, please leave," Tu Baobao said, her face flushing. Being pinned down by Nangong Yuhan like this was truly beyond awkward.
The materials Qingyin brought last time had all been processed by Su Jin. If they were to conquer the Zhenqian Kingdom within half a month, they would have to use explosives. After some thought, Su Jin decided it would be best to leave this matter to Qin Mo and the others.
The entire imperial capital was reduced to scorched earth, as if swept away by a gale. Witnessing all this, Ren Tianming felt not only shock but, more deeply, agony. This explosion had completely crushed his spirit; saving his empire was now impossible.
"Hahaha, good! Worthy of being Brother Ming. With your help, what great cause cannot be accomplished? Leave the establishment of the sect and the organization of the navy to you. Once I emerge from my seclusion and finish training the Sky Squadron, that will be the time to strike back against the barbarians of Xinyue!" Long Quan felt his ambition soar after hearing Long Ming's words.
"Present," a guard hurried in from outside the hall with long strides. Cen Yu quickly lowered her head and shrank behind a pillar.
After Hanyue pulled the insect from her palm, she looked back to see Han Mo flying through the air like a kite with a broken string, crashing toward the ground. With a gasp of "Han Mo," she immediately flew down to catch him.
Tu Baobao grabbed a few random pieces of clothing and took a deep breath. Being in the same space as Nangong Yuhan made her feel as though her judgment was slipping.
Chu Yao was injured again today. It was intolerable—absolutely intolerable. A surge of murderous intent rose in Lin Mohan's eyes.
"Your Highness Aochen, if you remain obstinate, we will have no choice but to act according to the decree!" said Marquis Qingtian, Tantai Wuzun, who was standing beside Grand Marshal Su.
But now, Nangong Jinse was covered in blood, her body trembling, her clothes torn to shreds, exposing her graceful, porcelain-like skin.
"Hmm? Lian, why are you still here?" At this moment, Halton returned once again.
Yiyang stayed by Wade's side the entire time, making the "Flash" feel extremely uncomfortable and unable to pick up any speed.
"So that's how it is. Although I had guessed as much, that guy really did become much stronger after undergoing his transformation." Even though Lian's tricks had caused the opponent to misjudge, the true power of a Level 6 adventurer could not be countered by mere tricks alone.
Stopping violence with violence was Riven's true mission. No Riven would ever build defensive items; only extreme, high-level damage was the foundation for this hero to establish a foothold in the League, and it was also the faith of a knight whose broken blade is reforged to return.
Northwest Gale had already decided that Shen Jialan was the successor to the League. In any case, he was already old; even if his mentor were to jump out from the cosmos to strangle him, he wouldn't be able to care about such things anymore.
"Fine, I was wrong to blame you. Perhaps it is because the gap between us is truly too wide," Ye Suman realized the old man's discomfort immediately.
"Fine, let Lan'er speak to me!!" Fenghuo Liancheng did not want to converse with Lin Xingchen anymore.
Lin Xingchen felt as if he were dreaming, his face speechless. Life is truly like a fading rainbow—from the zenith of the sun to vanishing into ashes and smoke. It lasts only a hundred years or so. Throughout the ages, across the thousands of autumns, immortality remains shrouded in heavy mist.