Chapter 145: Moon-Perch Pavilion

After learning about its uses in detail, Qi Xiao's expression grew somewhat complicated. The so-called "gift of fate" was a very abstract concept, one that could be utilized at any time and in any place. Yet, depending on the exact timing and location of its use, its effects would vary. No one could predict the specific outcome it would produce, knowing only vaguely that it would certainly not be a bad thing.

What surprised Qi Xiao even more was that this "gift of fate" carried an exceptionally dense and mysterious aura. Qi Xiao could almost...

Yeluo sank into deep thought and shook his head; these were things he fundamentally could not comprehend for the time being. However, he recalled the final scene he had witnessed: the archaic bronze carving falling from the lid of the coffin dragged by nine dragons into the Underworld.

With that, the black slave kowtowed three resounding thumps to the man. They were truly loud thumps, for when the slave raised his head once more, both his forehead and the patch of ground he had struck were stained red.

"Could the coffin dragged by nine dragons be emerging ahead of time?" An elder, possessing a mysterious and formidable aura, contracted his pupils violently.

Several SUVs carved silver-white trails of light across the road, and the figures of Wei Jiu and the others vanished around the street corner.

Zhang Yun sensed anxiety and panic emanating from her. It was exceedingly rare for her to display such emotions, and he silently wondered whom the call from home could possibly be from.

Without changing her expression, Imperial Noble Consort Liu exchanged a glance with the elderly maid who had served her for over a decade. Shielded by the table, her hands resting on her knees formed several bizarre gestures.

"No matter how many tribulations arise, the goal remains unchanged. Water flows a thousand times to return to the vast sea; only the boundless Pacific Ocean is the ultimate destination for all waters on the Asian continent. Similarly, my destination lies right here—Dunhuang, the Mogao Grottoes, the Mandate of Heaven, the folds and fissures of history... And so, I have returned," Zhao Tan said.

If Zhao Tan truly was a descendant of the Southern Song dynasty, then his status was as unique as that of Zhao Gou, who "crossed the river on a clay horse."

In the parking lot of the Yuan family's estate, Madam Ning's cry for help echoed from inside a car. Zhang Yun cast his gaze outward and saw Tie Wuhua grabbing Madam Ning by the hair, wearing a ferocious expression as he looked toward Zhang Yun with a provocative glare. Madam Ning gazed at Zhang Yun with yearning in her eyes.

"My mission is finally complete! My mission is finally complete... That organization is finished, and my mission is finished too... On the day the imperial armies recover the Central Plains, do not forget to inform your father in your family sacrifices. My mission is finally complete! Hahaha..." The old man burst into roaring laughter.

"Liu Changning greets the Patriarch of the Feng clan," Changning said, offering a slight curtsy in greeting to the Patriarch.

Eva, who was in the midst of arguing with Major Talia, suddenly recalled her other identity—that of being the mother of her dear sister Lilina. Remembering this, Eva dismissed the thought of continuing her dispute with Talia and instead answered Talia's questions in earnest.

At that moment, the emcee on stage asked who would be the first to step up. Yan Qing fiercely answered, "Present!", and then took the stage, determined to find some unlucky soul to vent her frustrations upon.

"That is defilement! That is not any new god at all. They are demons! I will not allow you to disparage Lastily!" Totori stood in a trance for a long time, finally startled back to her senses by Ye Zi's cries. The old man had said something that caused Ye Zi's emotions to grow increasingly unstable.

"Old Liu, how is it? Did you manage to persuade him?" As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man of roughly the same age as Liu Kaishan asked anxiously.

Xiong Qi, whose stomach was growling with hunger, paid no heed to the many watching eyes. He pushed the dining cart to the nearest table, sat down, and immediately began to devour his food voraciously.

Lilina circled around to Xiong Qi's side and, drawing upon strength from an unknown source, grabbed the leg of a robot that Xiong Qi had broken back in the infirmary, dragging it along as she walked toward him.

"Could those people have simply vanished into thin air? Worthless fools." The Saint Monarch of the Demon race flew into a great rage; even patience had its limits. Five whole days had already passed, yet they still had not found the target. Of what use were such incompetent creatures?

Leaving aside lazy individuals like Kirigaya Kazuto and Chen Mingdun himself, who would slack off simply because "the weather is very nice," Asuna, who had been unable to participate in clearing the game for two consecutive days due to the "Interior Incident," must surely be feeling deeply distressed inside.