Chapter 67 Wanting to Divide the Family

Second Master Lin was already in the courtyard. Seeing the people enter—aside from the collateral relatives, there were also his third younger brother and his wife—he exchanged a glance with them and gave a slight nod.

The Head of the Lin Family was talking to Lin Motang when he heard someone speak up from behind, "Family Head."

The Head of the Lin Family turned around, his eyebrows arching upward. This was his daughter's courtyard; was it a place that just anyone could enter at will?

"What? Have the manners you learned in your childhood all been fed to the dogs?"

Everyone fell silent.

After a moment, seeing that Jiang Zhenming had truly departed, and pondering for a while without being able to make heads or tails of it, he simply pushed the matter aside and followed after him.

Song Liang mused to himself that he had indeed never seen that poem before. It was written so exceptionally well that he ought to have encountered it, yet he truly had never laid eyes on it.

Above his head, green recovery value figures continuously popped up. This was the effect of a Class-B healing potion worth over five thousand credit points, which he had applied to himself before the battle began.

Wind-Treader noticed a peculiar thing: the creature named Phoenix looked extremely clumsy, and no information about it could be seen at all.

"You are fired today. Pack your things this afternoon and get out of here," he said, leaving Han Hyo-joo standing in place, lost in a daze.

"Triggered by the distance issue suddenly raised by artist Kim Myung-ho xi, coupled with the sea between the two countries, can a sandstorm spanning over a thousand kilometers truly cross all obstacles to reach Seoul? Let's take a look," the voice actor's recording played within the program.

If she were sent back to her maiden family now, then after she petitioned for chastity and honor, their Yao family wouldn't be able to reap a single benefit.

Hanging up one call after another, imagining the callers with nowhere to vent their fury and so enraged they might spit blood, Leng Xin's mood grew increasingly cheerful. She no longer found the mechanical motion of hanging up calls tedious at all.

"Myung-ho, what's wrong with you? You don't look happy," Ha Ji-won said, looking at the somewhat sorrowful Kim Myung-ho.

With a single breath of dragon flame expelled, the faces of the two Behemoth Saint Warriors finally fell completely, and the anger they had managed to suppress in their hearts could no longer be contained.

"Rest assured, my voice is transmitted through a magical sound tunnel, so only you can hear it. Since I am accommodating your gamble this way, I hope you will also sincerely help me," Alec explained.

How then should I, Li Song, conduct myself? Li Song only felt as though an invisible pressure in the heavens and earth was bearing down upon him. The safety of the Mysterious Wood Island lineage, the life and death of the human race, the survival of the cosmos—layer upon layer wrapped around him, making even breathing feel difficult.

Chen Che stood with his hands behind his back, letting the gentle breeze ruffle his clothing ribbons, treating the hundred-odd cavalry before him as if they did not exist at all.

Even so, the gathering at Golden Turtle Island today could still sway the destiny of the entire world. Because Yunxiao was in seclusion, seeking to comprehend the Primordial Hunyuan Supreme Dao, it was Bixiao who went to the Golden Turtle Island gathering instead. Three days later, Bixiao and her husband, Zhuang Wanggu, set off for Golden Turtle Island.

Regrettably, having never practiced martial arts, he possessed only empty bravado and was kicked flying by Chen Shandong, his head smashing against a pillar, killing him on the spot. "Such audacity! Who else dares to come forward?" As he spoke, his cold sword leaped from its scabbard. Those court officials who had originally felt a sense of righteous indignation calmed down instantly at this sight, knowing that stepping forward would mean a vain death; every single one of them grew as silent as cicadas in winter.

"It is good to be drunk; you might as well take a thorough rest. I will arrange a hotel for you right now!" Xiao Han said cheerfully as he picked up a bowl and spoke to Schubert.

Meanwhile, Nicholas I in Palia gently caressed the transparent gemstone ring on his finger, his eyes flashing with an unfathomable light. For a long time, he finally fixed his gaze upon that transparent gemstone ring, and a flash of golden light crossed his hand as he activated the ring using Lion-Heart Douqi.

Zhuang Wanggu viewed someone like the Moral Sovereign quite favorably. "The Moral Sovereign has also passed these eight hundred years without any obstruction." The two of them smiled slightly at each other, which served as their greeting, after which they actually went off together to drink tea.