Chapter 32: Ancestral Blood of the Azure Dragon

Seeing that she had dodged her, Madam Li’s face darkened for an instant before she put on a smile again. Turning to Jiang Wan, she sighed.

“What are you hiding from me for, child? I nursed you myself. Now that you’ve come back, you’re treating me like a stranger. Are you still angry with your mother?”

Jiang Wan rolled her eyes. This time she did not dodge, but charged at her like a little cannonball.

She actually knocked the woman flat on the ground.

“Whose mother are you? And whose child am I? Your own daughter—”

Fortunately, the two of them were sitting on a bench in the central park of the pedestrian street, chatting. Guo Ziyi’s shouting did not attract so much as a sidelong glance from the passersby.

During the earlier practice, he had not dared to release any profound energy. He had only allowed it to circulate within the sword realm. Whenever he was supposed to pour it into the weapon, he merely held it back, vibrating the blade and going through the motions.

Zhang Yanbin watched the direction in which Murong Yan had disappeared. A murderous glint flashed in his ghastly green eyes, and his voice was dark and icy.

Back then, he had been born a master of the Celestial Extreme Rank. He had never imagined that he would now have to begin cultivating from the most basic Yellow Extreme Rank.

What concerned Xiao Yu was not how vast Cloudrise Peak became at night, but whether this layer of frozen clouds could actually be broken through.

Yang Weizhong would never have imagined that Chen Gong would come to visit him at home. When Chen Gong arrived, Yang Weizhong was watering the flowers in the courtyard. He looked up and saw Chen Gong approaching, and his expression froze.

At the same time, three figures—Mu Si, Jialan, and Shura—could be seen faintly on the left side of the formation, rapidly closing in. Not far behind Wang Cihu, Yosuke Yamada emerged soundlessly from the air like a ghost.

Ever since returning from Xiangyang City, and especially after hearing that detestable Zhou Qi say he had once driven a demon from his body, the thought had taken root in his mind. What he had seen and heard over the past few days had caused it to sprout like a seed.

“What about the performance she put on with you last Christmas? I remember it was called The Tortoise and the Hare, wasn’t it? She brought the rabbit to life so vividly. I think she has quite a talent for acting,” Du Yuanlei said.

“Diagnosing an illness? Then, Young Master, what exactly have you diagnosed?” The beauty looked at him with contempt. After all, if someone who was not a physician treated the sick, wasn’t that simply quackery?

In a few days, once Jerome and the others arrived, they would finally be able to have a proper reunion. His spirits lifted at once.

On a hillside beneath a towering ancient tree, Tomokazu Shita, the newly appointed chief adviser of the Third Battalion, was leading his unit in pursuit of the Anti-Japanese Allied Army’s tracks.

“Wait…” Taidean suddenly noticed something strange. Even after Lane had been chopped in two, the expression on his face remained just as dull, and not a drop of blood had sprayed from his body.

Zhou Shankou let out a muffled groan and staggered backward again and again, catching hold of his chair. With a thunderous boom, the chair disintegrated into powder.

“I only said those things because I was too emotional at the time. My feelings for her are absolutely sincere,” Ovan said.

The three enormous crimson flowers were landmarks Ma Qian’an had deliberately kept track of. Unfortunately, the bodyguards who passed them clearly disliked the flowers’ intense stench of decay, and each of them hurried past with his nose covered.

Thinking back on his former overconfidence, Xiao Yueye flushed with embarrassment. He had once believed that, relying on the Flowing Cloud Movement he had comprehended himself, he might not be able to defeat a grandmaster, but he could certainly outrun one. Now that he thought about it, he realized he had been extraordinarily foolish.

When the great snowfall first began, Ma Qian’an could still contact his troops. But as the units moved farther away, fighting as they advanced, fewer and fewer responded to his calls. Ma Qian’an understood that the troops had been scattered and were moving forward separately. Fortunately, they all knew to head north. As long as they went north, there was still hope.

How could Ma Zhanshan not know what was happening? But he had no solution. He had no idea what Ma Qian’an was thinking. The two seemed to be chatting rather enthusiastically, so it would have been awkward to interrupt rashly. Besides, Fatty Kong was sitting nearby, exchanging pointless pleasantries with him now and then.