Chapter 154: Gathering of Heroes (Part Two)

"Kind young master, have pity and do a good deed!"

Just as Daoist Pang was left speechless, several more beggars emerged from the crowd and quickly swarmed around.

They reached out their filthy hands toward Fang Xiao one after another.

These beggars wore tattered clothes; some carried old bowls, others held bamboo poles, some were hideous in appearance, and others had mouths full of yellow teeth.

Greed was plastered across every face, and their covetous gazes fixed straight upon Fang Xiao's cloth satchel.

"Is that really your attitude toward a man who almost grew old together with you?" Rong Jing said leisurely.

After Prince Chen and Rong Wanxi disembarked, the boatman went to tidy up the cabin. Once he finished and came out, seeing that they were still there, he naturally came over to exchange pleasantries.

"If he wants my forgiveness, he'll have to come and plead for it himself." Shiyao turned around and strode back toward the podium.

A distance of thirty miles was already very close. If elite cavalry were dispatched, it would likely take less than an hour to completely clear out these roving bandits.

Therefore, she could only watch silently as all this slowly unfolded, without even the chance to refuse.

In the arena, Tian Yi was dodging the attacks of the golden-eyed beast. Perhaps frustrated by the prolonged stalemate, the fierce beast grew increasingly irritable. With a sudden roar, it opened its mouth and spat out a stream of fiery energy directly at Tian Yi.

Everyone was greatly startled. In a flash of thought, they realized that Li Dong not only inherited Hun Xi's memories, but his personality must have been influenced to some degree as well. This influence subconsciously caused Li Dong to identify himself with Hun Xi's persona.

Chuxia agreed, but this time she did not listen to Rong Wanxi; instead, she followed Prince Chen's instructions. The Prince's estate was immensely vast, and running back and forth to deliver messages was no easy task. After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, a thin, tall old man with graying hair and beard was seen hurrying into the courtyard closely followed by Chuxia, with Yun Shang trailing behind him.

"Junior Brother Jianjia, I'd like to ask... has the young master woken up?" Xiao He found a suitable title for Rong Wanxi and asked.

With numerous elite subordinates blocking the two young men outside, Yu Shan lifted his eyelids and said expressionlessly, "Dismissed."

At Tiger Shark's command, the sea monsters struck immediately, each displaying their signature skills as various arcane arts and secret techniques flew across the sky. However, these sea monsters had also grown wiser; they refrained from unleashing their maximum power precisely to prevent being hit by a rebound attack again.

Yet, unless it was absolutely unavoidable, he had no intention of tearing his soul apart... What if he tore it and ended up mentally impaired?

The next morning, the sky was overcast, and Zhao Hui's mood was equally heavy. When she arrived at school and walked out onto the balcony, she saw Li Zhenguo walking through the school gates.

It took Xu Rui a long time to snap back to reality. Raising his hand, which now looked like a bloody crater, he howled and rolled around on the ground.

This was also the first time Shenglan had experienced the pressure of an expert's might from such close proximity, causing her to involuntarily freeze in a daze.

"Lin Feng, slowly enjoy your final moments!" Juesha regarded Lin Feng entirely as meat in a cauldron, even pulling up a chair to watch the show from the side.

Fu Yan's body was too weak and frail; she could only hold the child for a few minutes at most. The last time she held Nianbao to play with him a little longer, her arms and waist began to ache upon returning, robbing her of a peaceful sleep for several nights.

Unlike every time before, the two of them laced their fingers together, letting each other's body warmth shift within their palms.

He could not see through what the Supreme Elder intended to do, but he trusted that the Supreme Elder would never harm the Dragon Palace.

At that moment, he truly wished the two protagonists standing before the officiant were them. An urgent anticipation. A longing stronger than he had ever known before.

Because the Nameless One announced he would take the stage during the preliminary rounds, the tickets for the Music Hall were completely sold out in a remarkably short time after Cool Music posted the announcement on Weibo.

Zhao Lixin stood up. He understood now; this was what Chu Minghuai truly wanted to say. If the working group was proven to be in the wrong, then he, Zhao Lixin, would not be able to escape culpability. But what exactly did Chu Minghuai mean by this? If he, Zhao Lixin, fell during this political movement, would he ever have a chance at redemption?