Chapter 162 Departure
As Qixiao and Xiaofeng stepped into the Whispering Woods, strains of melodic singing drifted to their ears.
The melodious singing grew closer and closer. Qixiao simply stood his ground and waited quietly. Before long, he saw Feng carrying a large backpack, followed closely by a small lark, walking briskly toward him.
"Qixiao! I've packed everything. Lin moved to his teacher's place a little while ago, so we can set off whenever you're ready!" Feng waved gently with a bright smile on his face.
Feng's appearance seemed—
"Listening to this, it really doesn't sound all that different from here, does it?" Elu asked with a hint of doubt.
During this time, Putao called Xuli's parents one after another, sincerely suggesting that they come to pick her up tomorrow. Xuli was not in a very good state and things could not be rushed. She hoped to leave some space for the child to calm down by herself so that her emotions could gradually ease.
"Brother Tian, you are quite mistaken. If you don't mind, we could make it even more nauseating," the boar-headed man said, preparing to stick out his tongue.
The bodyguard took the things from our hands. We exited the hospital, got into a car, and Yidong, the driver, uttered a name in French—presumably the name of that hospital, which sounded much like a private clinic.
The bodyguard looked at me, somewhat at a loss, and then I shifted my gaze to the buttons on his clothes.
Whenever Qu Ran resisted him, He Chenfeng actually felt insecure and deeply disappointed deep down. Every single time, it was his forcible possession that seemed to be telling himself: if he didn't cling to her relentlessly, would it truly be the end between him and Qu Ran?
Ailiya thought this to herself, and then temporarily ignored the kind of environment that would make even molecular biologists want to commit murder. After confirming it was safe, she returned to her own room and sat on the bed.
Hearing Yi Tian's words, Clarence immediately let out a cold snort and said nothing further, though his expression softened somewhat.
Note 1: This refers to the outcome of being abandoned by the gods. Because the gods created by Luofu were entities completely different from all other gods, they were given this title to signify that they were cast aside by the other gods and not considered part of their ranks. However, very few of those gods are still alive today.
If Tang Yu couldn't even tell with Mommy and his younger sister giving such obvious hints and backing him up, he really would have been a fool.
Luo Chen's face was filled with disdain. Although he had absorbed the strength of quite a few peak Divine Realm powerhouses, forcibly elevating his cultivation had not granted him a corresponding increase in true combat prowess. His current level of strength was something Luo Chen could handle with ease, to say nothing of the Ice Emperor.
Luo Chen wanted to know who was pulling the strings behind the Purple Spirit Guild, but that person never showed up. On second thought, it made sense—after all, it was merely the preliminary rounds, whittling fifty teams down to ten. The upcoming battle of the Top Ten would be the real spectacle.
Leaving behind a supremely arrogant remark, Tang Yi patted the Inverse Dragon: "Go to the summit and wait for me!" As Tang Yi dismounted, the Inverse Dragon let out a roar and soared into the sky. Utterly defying the oppressive pressure of Ancestral Mountain, it plunged straight down onto the very peak of the mountain, right beside Li Chen. This startled Li Chen, who was in the middle of healing and recuperating, causing his eyes to snap open with a flash of greed.
The Moonlit Night is a nine-tailed white fox, whose eyes were originally azure-blue. Upon taking human form, though they appeared black at first glance, against the light one could still discern that azure tint. When the two colors merged under the illumination, they looked precisely like double pupils. Thus, Huachen mistook him for having double pupils.
The first to move was Qin Ketian. At this moment, his pace appeared somewhat unhurried, as if the attacks belonging inherently to his family's martial arts techniques could be almost entirely disregarded. His stride was steady and composed, seemingly even carrying a trace of ease, which caused the elder generation of the imperial clan to look on with slight awe.
Hearing these words, Gongsun Jing acted as if he had been granted a royal pardon sparing him from death. He hurriedly ordered someone to invite the leading figures of the various sects, and also asked Ji Xuan and his two companions to take the seats of honor in the inner hall.
The vast imperial palace spanned a tremendous distance from Ziluo's residence to Ziji's. Moreover, due to the struggle for the throne, the two brothers had not interacted with each other for nearly four years.