Chapter 61: Clues

"Alright!"
Cersei's fist clenched slightly. Feng Xu was nothing more than a man from the Dragon Country, and his background was far inferior to Yeliko's.
Yet Feng Xu carried a natural arrogance, as if he never considered Cersei worth his attention.
In his anger, Cersei could only turn abruptly and leave in haste.
"Huff..."
If I deliver a message to Aunt Grandmother at the manor and she doesn't believe me, I'll surely face trouble. It's better to shift the responsibility onto Dogsheng and Chen Er.
I found a flat spot, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate. Since the last time I saw my father, it had been a long while since I practiced, and I wondered if my magic had regressed.
Her chaotic slash was full of force; if it struck any of these guards, none higher than level three, blood would surely flow and limbs would scatter.
The headmaster had always told them to adopt the mindset of craftsmen, to change the world with magic, and not to look down upon others.
Crisania was overwhelmed with joy, clinging to Raizlin's arm in excitement, making the solitary mage stiffen awkwardly.
"Of course, it was our brilliant and beautiful eldest sister behind this. Hehe... you might not know, but the position of president of the Phoenix Society was 'handed' to me by her," Feng Yaqin said with a smile.
If they were willing to confide in me, there would be no issue, but the problem was none of them did, and I had already asked; their hearts harbored special intentions now.
This promotional video had been airing repeatedly on CCTV Channel Two for quite some time. Most people present had seen it several times already.
According to Master Situ, the white-bearded old man was likely a high-level Qi practitioner. Even if Ling Tian were a Qi-transforming martial artist, defeating the old man couldn't possibly be done in mere minutes. While there is an essential difference between Qi practice and Qi transformation, their strength shouldn't differ so dramatically.
Yet, because of the noise at the scene, the old master couldn't hear what his assistant was saying. He could only stare, baffled, at his assistant—what was this fellow talking about? Why couldn't he understand?
Zhao Chun had not expected that by shielding Xiaolu from that strike, he would subdue the unruly Chief Shen. He had been prepared to agree to certain terms if things got out of hand—anything but internal strife.
Zhou Guican now had his eyes tightly closed, adjusting his true energy. His clothes gradually dried, and a wisp of warmth rose from him.
Before she could reach the door, Chu Xuhan appeared, dressed in black silk sleepwear, her hair slightly tousled, one hand braced against the door frame. She slowly extended her right hand, blocking Shen Guantong’s path.
Li Qiuchen sat down, looked up at the sky, and Zhou Guican followed suit. The sky was gray, and a large fish swam across the horizon. He had seen this color and scene before—not in a dream, nor in the home of some master, but in the city streets.
Seeing Zhao Chun silent, the envoy thought he had acquiesced and hurried to take his leave. Any further delay might prompt the demon king to demand the annexation of the Wulong Tribe, and he knew very well how weak the tribe was.
After an indeterminate time studying, Shen Guantong felt a little drowsy. When she opened her eyes, it was already eleven at night. She got up from the desk, twisted her neck, stretched lazily, and straightened herself.
Dao Yi said, "But He Tai'ao’s true energy is incredibly thick, nearly enough to condense the mind." He was called Dao Yi, with no relation to Dao Er, and they rarely interacted.
Having stayed awake all night, the Black Ice Tribe commander, his eyes bloodshot, heard these songs at the first opportunity. He immediately sent people to investigate what was happening.