Chapter 133: Make Yourself at Home

Upon hearing Lin Shiyun’s introduction, Old Master Xu finally regained his composure. He looked at her, his eyes brimming with the tender affection of an elder seeing a younger family member. "Thank goodness," he sighed. "Shiyun, you’re still alive. Both you and your brother are alive—it’s a miracle. You must have suffered so much all these years. My poor child!"

Lin Shiyun...

In the days that followed, the Steel Alliance and the Red Lotus—or rather, the Yellow Sand Gang—had only occasional friction, never escalating into full-scale war. The Red Lotus remained dominant; with the backing of the Yellow Sand Gang, they could hardly be anything else. The Steel Alliance, however, remained unusually forbearing, leaving the two sides in a state of stalemate.

"I think my mother should still give it a try. Only by knowing what lies ahead can we prescribe the right remedy," Ling Ming said after some thought. Clearly, he had no other options, or perhaps he did, but he chose not to reveal them. Even if he couldn't escape the house immediately, he was no longer easy to capture; it had taken a great deal of effort to restrain him just moments ago.

Gu Shen arched his slender, sword-like eyebrows, watching the vivid expressions on Feng Ye’s face with calm detachment.

Furthermore, since the flowerpot was originally intended for the Flower Demon, it was best to simply let her choose for herself.

"A hero among youths; he is no less formidable than the Mad King was in his prime," Mu Qi remarked with a soft sigh, watching Lin Yan, who stood as straight and proud as a pine tree amidst the snow.

"Hmph!" A flash of green light streaked across the air, and the light whip instantly shattered into countless sparks, dissolving into the void.

He pondered carefully, but for the moment, he could not fathom Tong Yao’s true purpose, nor could he foresee any negative consequences of agreeing to the request.

As for the existence of such a female confidante, any man would inevitably find himself longing for one, and He Yan was no exception.

Ling Lan’s eyes widened, her lips parting as if to speak, but not a single word emerged.

After leaving behind a message that appeared remarkably playful, Huang Yiqing sat down on the living room sofa and began to sip tea at his leisure.

Gongyuan Xiang had intended to use a taijutsu strike against Dongfang Yunyang, but he seemed to anticipate her movements, sweeping his leg out first to seize the initiative.

Well, she likely wouldn't feel any pain, as her conscience was buried under a thick layer of soft flesh, completely beyond reach.

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" Neville asked, staring at his invitation in complete bewilderment.

The leader of the Fire Nation chunin was not only horrified but also deeply puzzled. He noticed that the ninja headband worn by Kisame Hoshigaki did not bear the flame symbol of the Fire Nation, nor did it match the insignia of any ninja village or nation he had ever encountered; it was a mark he had never seen before.

Indeed, the idea of a hidden sect was far too unreliable. He had only been speaking in jest; had Yu Linglong actually answered in the affirmative, he would have been the one truly surprised.

Though Zhou Long did not hail from a humble background, he was not of high nobility either. That he could make a name for himself within the Imperial Academy and garner such a loyal following was a testament to his personal charisma.

"Brother Shen, let's discuss matters between us another time." Although Bai Nianxue did not issue a flat refusal, the tone of her resistance was unmistakable.

"Minai, the high school entrance exams are approaching. Which school do you want to attend?" Yu Linglong asked casually, poking at the campfire with a twig.

After staying in Dong'an for three days, Zhao Rui received an urgent call from the Yun family's old butler on the fourth afternoon. The butler breathlessly informed him that Liu Zhongnan had arrived at the Yun estate with the Celestial Master of the Tianshi Dao to demand the release of a prisoner, and he pleaded with Zhao Rui to come over immediately.

Although this primary highway was built upon the existing road, factors such as load-bearing capacity and construction costs led to the selection of wider terrain. Ba Ba and his men would have to sprint over a thousand meters just to reach the nearest thicket of brushwood.