Chapter 117: The White Ape Repays a Kindness

A nameless valley, a cave behind a waterfall.

A waterfall resembling a ribbon of jade hung from the high cliffs, its crystalline waters crashing against the rocks of the deep pool below with a thunderous roar.

Without the grey ape’s guidance, Fang Xiao would never have imagined that a stone grotto lay hidden behind this waterfall. The grotto was vast, connected to the sky above and winding paths below, with numerous exit tunnels branching off. According to the old white-haired ape, this winter—

The cripple had told me about spirit-gathering before, but I hadn't understood it at the time. It turned out that gathering spirits meant drawing all the wandering ghosts in the vicinity toward a single point.

He could not fathom why Ning Fan, who appeared to be merely at the peak of the Earth Realm, possessed such terrifying strength.

I hesitated for a moment, then took a step back and found Shen Dongxue’s number on my phone. Because of work, I had saved her contact; people like her did not change their numbers often. I hoped the call would go through so I could notify her to come and take Qi Yue away.

"Regarding this matter, I can neither report it to the police nor take any action, which makes me incredibly angry. Since you happen to know now, I won't hide it from you anymore. Do you think Xiao Xiao is still being controlled by Chen Yuan?" I asked.

"Goodbye." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Hua Jitian’s mouth. With a hum, a gate to a secret realm suddenly appeared less than a meter in front of him. His raised hand seemed to be stroking the shimmering, iridescent surface of the portal.

After all, it was a desolate mountain, twenty miles from the nearest village, separated by two mountain ridges.

"Hey, hey, now that there is an extra seven-colored stone, will the situation in the Unknown Land improve?" Hua Jitian asked hurriedly.

Therefore, at this moment, these people looked at Hai Tu without a hint of fear, despite the fact that he was a half-step grandmaster.

Damn it, did she not know that the gown had been reported on by foreign media? It was a piece Mo Yishen had personally designed when he was studying abroad, during a high-end fashion design exhibition.

The Luo Heaven Formation protecting Hua Jitian had originally consisted of three layers, but now only one remained, and it was teetering on the brink of collapse. Yet, Hua Jitian did not move; he remained waiting. In the past, he would have used Phantom Shift to blink out of the formation and flee before it completely shattered.

Before long, the man’s hands were covered in blood, which dripped slowly from his fingertips as he was rescued from the tree.

"How do you know these are mine? Perhaps someone used them to frame me." Qiao Ying showed no fear upon seeing the two bottles; she merely scoffed at them with a disdainful snort.

"I... I am innocent." Bing Ziye swayed her graceful, willow-like figure before Long Cangjue, her watery eyes fixed on him, terrified that he might not believe her.

Closing the door, she placed her bag beside the television and stood by the window, watching the courtyard outside. From here, she had a clear view of the gate; now, she could only wait in silence for his arrival.

Lu Zhan’s words undoubtedly moved Ye Li deeply. Later on, they became the spiritual pillar that sustained her through her arduous life in the city.

Yu Haoyang and his two companions were startled. How could this mysterious warrior be like a ghost, vanishing as soon as he was spoken of? Was he a man or a programmed robot? Even a robot couldn't vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye.

Ying Yin turned back. He hadn't changed a bit in months; he seemed like a man living inside a painting—clear to the eye, yet seemingly separated by a layer of canvas.

Instructor Huang nodded at Wang Bo, who walked to the center of the room and reached out to gently lift the red oilcloth covered by the Five-Starred Red Flag.

I asked hurriedly, "What should we do? What are we supposed to do? Are we just going to leave it be? What exactly is going on with her?" I threw all my questions at him in a rapid-fire sequence.

"Do you have something to say?" Looking at the twisted, flower-like face of Moyao, Fenghua was completely unable to decipher her actions.