Chapter 89: The Big Explosion

He steadied his mind and replied in an ordinary tone, “What a coincidence.”

Ning Qinghuan only smiled at him. Since the livestream was still on, neither of them overstepped; it was no more than a casual exchange of greetings.

The bullet comments were already growing anxious:

This time, can you finally put the two of them together? The previous episode made everyone desperate with longing!

This time the production team should actually act like human beings. Please, we just want to ship the couple. Also, give us fewer scenes of Yun Zhu and Yan Feixing.

The train was only inches from Jiang He. He could even feel the surge of air from behind it, a force that seemed to push him forward.

Longying, you are the best expert in this area among the Long family, and you are sharper than the rest of us. We ask you to go in and make a circuit, try to find out where Ahuo and Qinglong are being held. If anything goes wrong, we will cover your retreat.

The Daoist flew into a rage. After leaving the valley, he shed the haughty expression he had worn all along, and his aura swelled violently. The hard-packed soil beneath his feet began to tremble and crack, and countless grains were blown away.

Still, Qin Yu was shocked that Qing’er was actually Ye Hai’s younger sister. Thinking back to the Qing’er that the two of them had mentioned before him at Yu Jia’s coming-of-age ceremony, Qin Yu finally understood the whole story.

Meng Weiran and the others followed behind at an unhurried pace. Those great cultivators all looked refreshed and invigorated, even walking with a slight buoyancy.

Should I go meet his colleagues?

A thought suddenly surfaced in Lin Xi’s mind.

Yet the pitch-black, decayed state inside stood in stark contrast to the splendor and glitter outside.

Clearly, the elderly man in red also knew his own condition. And now he was already over two hundred years old; the older one grew, the more one feared death. This was true for mortals in the world and for martial artists alike.

Did he really not understand her? During that month, he had gone home only once, and his so-called wife had not even called him a single time.

Abruptly, she stopped moving her hands and stared in a daze at the crystal sphere, two lines of clear tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

As everyone endured both their own hunger and the temptation of the roasted meat, at last two figures appeared in their line of sight.

They walked far ahead through the wild grass and tangled trees before finally reaching a dirt road. The surface was pitted and uneven, but firm enough.

Once they left the palace, the guards really did scatter in all directions, leaving only one man to drive the carriage. But the carriage was too luxurious, and even as it rolled through the streets, it remained impossibly conspicuous.

The sturdy man was named Zhang Xun, the young master of Zhang Village Stronghold. What Zhang Xun said was much in keeping with the village chief’s way of thinking: if you are not the enemy, how can you know the enemy’s strength? Chen Che was not the sky-chosen general of the Banner Hero faction; what he said about the enemy could only be a conjecture. The choices he offered everyone could naturally be treated as hypotheses as well.

Bi Bi fixed his gaze on the thick brown curtains, which sealed off the wall by the window completely. Bi Bi yanked hard, trying to pull them open, but he had grabbed the wrong side, and no matter how he tugged, they would not move. He fumbled around the middle for quite some time before finally finding the seam. He pulled to the left, but there was no one. He pulled to the right, and there was no one there either.

Sister Ying, is it really you? How did you find your way here?

Chen Che was overjoyed. In such a remote place, he had no idea how Sister Ying had managed to track them down.

Qi Kanghao had grown haggard compared to before, no longer the spirited young nobleman with a heroic air whom she had once seen.

Truthfully, if one spoke of prestige, Fan Jin probably did not even match those five. After all, she had only become famous by word of mouth, and the others had had little contact with her. How could she compare with the five who had directed battles during the selection trials?

If he were not her master, Fan Jin really would have wanted to slap him.

Following the sound, she looked over and saw a tall man walking toward them with a broad smile.

To go to the Four Realms Trade Assembly with Feng Yunran, Young Master Shang had specially hurried back from Azure Dragon Realm. Now he stood at the very front of the Azure Dragon Realm delegation. The atmosphere was harmonious, and no one seemed in a hurry.