Chapter 63 Where are you going?

Mulberry Leaf recalled what the two birds had just said and felt a bit hesitant. "I don't know, it's not certain. What they said was a bit vague."

Bai Qi analyzed it seriously. "Let's go. If something serious had really happened, there would surely be cries for help. We've stood here for so long without hearing anything, so everything should be fine."

Hearing this, Mulberry Leaf also felt it made sense; after all, what those two birds had said was likely just an overreaction.

As the two of them walked away...

However, right at the beginning of the second year, on a night of heavy, swirling snow, both Chen Xiaoyao and Lu Lu were keeping watch on the city walls when they suddenly saw lights shining in the distance.

Pondering over how to resolve the crisis, he stood up and returned to Mount Xiao without a moment's rest, recounting the entire sequence of events word for word to all his sworn brothers upon his return.

Having successfully created the sword scripture, Yang Chen granted himself another two days off. The present Ming Imperial City was far more interesting than it used to be.

Logically speaking, the task ought to have been shared among the more than thirty people in the entire strategic command center.

He subconsciously blurted out in reply, "Mistress Yan is still inside the stadium... probably..." After a moment of thought, he still appended that uncertain word.

Feng Ze's voice was somewhat low. Clearly, he had a thousand words he wished to say, yet at this very moment, no words came to him.

Although Lu Ming had never told Yi Jianshan about these matters, he had somehow still found out about the unfair treatment his older sister suffered at work.

As soon as Zhang Kun finished speaking, all the elder-level figures in the Nine Dragons Grand Hall stood up one after another, speaking with an extremely resolute tone.

The teacher had originally been bent over, reaching for the items Feng Ze had hidden beneath the bed. Hearing the sound, the teacher turned around sharply and, seeing that it was Feng Ze, let out a sigh of relief.

She was now his wife. From this day forth, across the ends of the earth and to the farthest reaches of heaven, he would accompany her.

Usually, the other sacred sects held a deep wariness toward the Divine Sword Sect, harboring a faint intent to unite and oppose it.

If one were to speak of who enjoyed this meal the most, it would undoubtedly be Pablo. Once he figured out Wang Chen's intentions, he didn't hesitate for a second and immediately declared that he was willing to step down from his position as captain of the special forces team and let Wang Chen take over, stating that as long as Wang Chen was willing, he would gladly serve as his deputy and partner.

This magical artifact resembled a club, densely interwoven with the divine patterns of heavenly generals, and the staff radiated an ancient dark-yellow hue.

"Die!!!" Yet, after a momentary shock, Yun Chu-jin launched another attack, drawing yet another longsword into her hand.

Amidst the lingering melodies of the zither, Su Wang continued to point into empty space, while Huang Yongsi, after a brief moment of contemplation, also gently dropped a stone onto the board.

Hu Lan looked at the merit-transmission elder in astonishment. Since this matter had to be handled, yet the elder was unwilling to compromise, what on earth was the elder trying to achieve?

"Trying to leave?" Shen Qiansan sneered coldly. The green-hooped staff in his hand instantly transformed into a black bow, and three consecutive arrows pierced through the air like a string of pearls.

The Blood-Mortar Fiend possessed astonishing cultivation, and his overall strength was truly terrifying. Naturally, the watery domain released by a mere lower-grade spiritual treasure could not do anything to him. A faint crimson glow flickered slightly across his body, and within a radius of a hundred paces around him, not a single drop of seawater remained.

Everyone nodded one after another, brimming with excitement. All the previous resentment vanished completely at this very moment.

"The Duke has truly been imprisoned? Then what is going on with the Duchess? And where is the young master right now?" After finishing reading, A Qi asked a series of questions.

Hearing this enigmatic chanting, the cultivators of the alien race exchanged puzzled and bewildered glances, unsure of what it meant. Only Hao Tian-gou seemed to have suffered some kind of devastating impact, his face turning the color of gold paper as his body was hurled backward, leaving a trail of blood droplets suspended in the air.

Zhao Qingying was somewhat stunned. What did "this is very good" mean? Seeing that he had no intention of offering an explanation, she stopped asking and hurried to keep up with his pace.

Wind Snake let out a cold snort, slowly raising his head to look at Wang Xuanlong. "I'm mocking your cowardice. I've already ended up like this, with all the meridians in my body shattered—am I still any threat to you?" As he spoke, another mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth.