Chapter 155: Breaking Through to Wizard

"I see." Qi Xiao gave a slight smile and let the subject drop. Under any circumstances, deeply probing into the reasons behind someone else's talent was an extremely impolite behavior. Moreover, he and Enoch could hardly be considered close, so there was no need to investigate further—it would be troublesome if there were any misunderstandings.

However, most talents were difficult to explain with conventional logic, and Enoch himself might not necessarily understand the mechanics behind his own abilities.

The conversation between Qi Xiao and Carlos seemed to have attracted the attention of the surrounding sorcerers.

Having inspected everyone in the plague-stricken sector, Su Qi, Elder Qiu, and Lord Luo returned to Xinglong Restaurant, all of them completely soaked from the rain.

The young man let out a sinister, effeminate chuckle. "We are own brothers, why bother with such superficial talk? Be more cautious in your actions from now on, and whatever happens, you won't go wrong if you listen to me. Hmm, how is Xingtian Huaying of the Xingtian family growing up nowadays?" On his face, which was wreathed in a layer of dark green mist, he wore an extremely lewd smile.

The bickering of the two players instantly stirred up the negative emotions of all the other players, and more players who hadn't vented their bloodlust enough on the battlefield started a new round of verbal warfare.

Ever since capturing the Bright Moon Kingdom, he had also remained worried about Cloud City and Bright Moon Manor, especially since Noble Consort Li, the crown prince's mother, was currently at Bright Moon Manor.

"Spirit... Spirit-ge!" The sword master's steps felt as though they were filled with lead as he turned around with great difficulty to look at the man he had been yearning for day and night, who was now right before his eyes. His voice choked slightly as he called out, sounding like divine music from the heavens, worlds apart from the icy tone he had used previously.

Jiang Yifan nodded, while curiously releasing his divine sense to check just how high the cultivation levels of these foreign cultivators were.

All the executive officers, patrons, and guards of the Nine Cauldrons Chamber of Commerce stared at Lu Xu with eyes full of utter terror, as if they were looking at a heavenly god of slaughter.

Mu Yunxuan instantly put away the Netherworld Sword, and a fierce blue light surged directly from the ground around him.

"Mother, don't be afraid, Li'er is here." When speaking to his mother, Su Qi's tone was exceptionally gentle.

The only one who looked leisurely was Xie Wei, whose grades were usually ranked first in the class.

Once everyone was engaged in intense combat, that would be the moment to strike the boss.

"Third Brother, who did you see just now? Why would a cultivator's divine sense be following you?" The eldest brother, Zhang Heng, asked with a gloomy expression.

After Mr. Geng left, Zhu Wei returned, and upon relaying his intentions to her, Zhu Wei immediately wore a look of joy.

"You depraved fiend still remember me? You scum of the evil race, today I will make you forfeit your life right here!" Xue Fei pointed two fingers of her right hand at the blue sword, shooting it toward Xie Wuhuang. She certainly didn't want the old fellow's toxic blood staining her dress.

"Ah..." Qingling, who had blurted out that she wanted to apprenticeship, stopped herself at the crucial moment. Didn't she insist on never taking a master? How could she have almost agreed just because of a single sentence upon meeting her? Fortunately, her willpower was strong enough... to resist temptation.

"Moon." Nami, who was walking alongside Aiwei, suddenly called out to Han Yue ahead. He turned back to look and saw that Aiwei was currently linking arms with Nami.

The truth. What was the truth she was referring to? Was it the matter of Murong Zixuan killing Mu Tong?

"Good, very good. Vomiting blood is just like drinking water to you." Zhang Daoling looked at Tang Feng, his hand waving continuously as wisps of true qi emanated from his fingertips to gather the blood Tang Feng had spat out in mid-air.

Seeing that Hualou was criticizing him while wearing a genuine smile, Zhang Junyang understood that she believed his words.

The cult members were stunned for a moment, and then scattered hands began to raise. Shi Shuiyue mentally tallied it up: out of over eighteen hundred cult members, only thirteen had not been punished by being sent to sweep the dungeon.

At this moment, my parents' voices were right behind me. I truly wanted to turn back and take a single glance—just a glance at those blurred faces, so I could know what my parents actually looked like, rather than relying on a vague outline within my heart.