Chapter 38: In the End, Only a Vast Mist Remains Where Their Kiss Once Was

Even Jin Xiangyu was curled up in a corner, her head resting against the car door, pressing Xu Yu’s shoe beneath her, not daring to glance at her master.

Xu Yu placed both feet on the footrest, furtively glancing at Shen Liangyan beside her, her nails nearly torn by her own nervous picking, before she tentatively ventured, "Was it you who reported it?"

Shen Liangyan’s eyes were chillingly cold as she swept a cool glance over, "Do you think I..."

The Exile’s Blade gently reached for her magic sword, caressing the Gale Sword with casual grace. The howling, shredding storm winds could not harm her delicate fingers; the tempest surging from the broken blade became docile, flowing back into the sword’s edge, revealing a bright, pale blue blade.

The bell silently sought out Gongri, instructing him to deliver a certain message to the elder with the keen eyes. Only then did the Lord of Gongri dispatch over a hundred divine lords, who vanished ahead.

Zi Qianjing’s heart trembled for a moment. In his previous life, he had not been mature enough to understand Bai Ze’s feelings for Mu Ruyue.

"I say, they’re not bad at all. First of all, they’re more beautiful than humans. If we didn’t have physical forms, we really wouldn’t even be able to stand beside them," Nana spoke candidly, appearing to have a good impression of Bai Jing.

Instead, he targeted the three grandmasters and the two newly awakened ones standing behind the pair.

Han Shaodong’s head throbbed at the thought, but then something else struck him, prompting him to make a phone call immediately.

Between his fingers, he held a sword blade, barely longer than a finger, shining with a cold gleam, astonishingly sharp.

The two early-stage masters of the Wind Clan hurried to speak respectfully, though curiosity gnawed at them as to why the young heir of the Wind Clan would regard a cultivator in such a way.

"No, I was an orphan," Wu Sun Shize stroked her brow. The Wu Sun family raised them solely for their loyalty. Sacrificing their lives was a duty they had always been prepared for.

At that moment, the elders within the Divine Gate were all stirred with emotion, tears streaming down their cheeks as they gazed at the motionless man lying in bed.

This invasion of alien creatures was a devastating tragedy for the native species of Baisha Lake; almost all indigenous life had become food for the invading beasts.

After all his wandering, he had come to realize one thing: effort was futile. The most terrifying thing in the world is when those who are more talented than you also work harder than you.

Just as the palace guards entered, Luo Shi had already concealed her golden hairpin in her sleeve. To outsiders, the two appeared intimately close, their actions flawless.

Wang Hongyi had barely stepped inside when he heard Lei Changdong utter those words, startling him so much he almost jumped. He then glared unkindly at Wang Song. Swindlers were everywhere nowadays, and he wasn’t some monk’s flesh for everyone to take a bite out of.

A stifled chuckle echoed, drawing the eyes of many advisors toward the source of the laughter.

Recently, the two had met again in Guangyue City, gathering a few times. Tian Qiu had kept his secret, claiming to be a marketing manager. Now, faced with such a stark contrast, it was indeed hard for him to accept.

Shihu is a tributary of Baisha Lake, situated northwest of Zijin Mountain, with several slender waterways connecting it to Baisha Lake.

It was clear that Supreme Treasure was shameless, babbling nonsense with Chun Sanshinian. Yet, his sharp tongue was no match for her; as soon as he acted, he tripped over his own trousers and tumbled straight into the bath.

The seating arrangement was mainly for Su Hang and Ambassador Sun, the principal speakers, to facilitate the most convenient communication with the interpreter.

Even while fighting, Wang Yuan occasionally distracted himself to direct the others on what to do next.

Bai Tingzhi signaled Liu Qichao with her eyes, and he understood immediately. He brought in twelve wooden boxes from outside, identical in appearance to those Summer Wuchou had given her before, even down to the spirit talismans, which master craftsmen had worked through the night to replicate.