Volume 1, Chapter 35: Eavesdropping

Lin Zhiyu reached out for the towel nearby to dry her hair, but it was hung too high for her to reach. She stood on her tiptoes, straining, while listening to Lin Qianyu on the other end of the line. She had only answered the call because she assumed he was chasing her for money.

Head held high, He Fei stood quietly, waiting for the judgment to fall, while Isaiah turned his back to him.

The friendship between the two, even across the vast distance of the internet and mountains and rivers, felt pure and profound.

It was a betrothal agreement forged by their mothers, one that held binding power not only for Gesheng, but for Ye Qing and Christie as well.

As the youngest young grandmaster in the world today, and the most aggressive young sword grandmaster at that, no one denied that Chen Teng would be the most powerful innate martial arts grandmaster beneath the peerless masters of the Celestial Realm—without exception.

Suddenly, the insect soul lunged toward Ling Zi, intending to possess her. Terrified, Ling Zi retreated step by step until the moment the soul was about to enter her body.

Ma Zhe had no choice but to wave his hands while expressing his gratitude. "Thank you! Thank you all!" he said, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he walked away, glancing back over his shoulder.

The seven stars had become eight; regardless of anything else, the power of the flames had at least tripled.

With a swift whistle, Tang Ming—despite casting his spell a few seconds later—sent his puppet-control talisman flying further, striking both of the incoming talismans from the opposite side.

The Jia and Xue families were close relatives, and Grandmother Jia admired Aunt Xue's character, so she felt no need to hold back when discussing family matters in front of her. Aunt Xue, naturally aware of this, was tactful enough to listen silently without interjecting.

The only sorrowful realization was that time in this world flowed like sand through an hourglass, slipping away beyond human control.

Xue Yu had been fretting over how to resolve the matter, so when he heard Lin Jiaying’s words, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

The banquet proceeded in an orderly fashion. Old Master Lin personally renamed Mu Yan, keeping the name Yan’er but changing the surname to Lin.

Fili furrowed her brow, rubbing her shoulder as she followed Gangli, who was walking ahead in high spirits.

Xia Yan was deeply resentful yet helpless. He could only search for a way to reclaim everything that should have been his. With Peng Yue and others still lurking in the imperial court, an opportunity had finally arisen. He was determined to seize it and assist Peng Yue in completing this mission to usurp power.

There was no need for this; Beauty Yu was of lowly status with no family background to rely on. If the Empress Dowager wished to dispose of her, a cup of poisoned wine or a length of white silk would suffice; there was no need for such a roundabout method.

It was tragic, in a way; even after being reborn, there were some things she still could not grasp. Destiny, it seemed, had never been within her control.

The plane landed at Haijing Airport. Xu Zhigang turned on his phone, and it erupted in a series of pings—more than a dozen text messages had come in.

As for the strange occurrences in the Savage Highlands, the subordinates of the Old Man of Wind and Snow felt they lacked the ability to investigate. After all, if even a super-expert like the Wind Blade Envoy could be made to vanish by some mysterious force, what chance did they have?

Whenever newcomers arrived, they were always startled by the scores on the scoreboard. Yet, upon seeing Xiao Ran, all they could feel was pure disbelief. Although Xiao Ran had recently become an internet sensation and few people didn't recognize him, most focused their attention solely on his results.

Fili did not mind the golden light; she felt it was strangely familiar, and the totem around her neck reacted slightly when it brushed against the glow.

Talos, the God of Storms, led his pantheon of fury to lay siege to Zul-Gurus, the Lord of Storms and Drowning.