Chapter 107: Sophistry (Combined)

Pei Xiunian had originally intended to see Lady Empress Dowager off before seeking out Su Zhiqiu. There was no misunderstanding—he harbored no thoughts of rushing to the “next event” just to quickly experience what it meant to be the master. Pei Xiunian planned to proceed strictly according to his plan.

He knew that it was proper to maintain some distance from the Empress Dowager during grand ceremonies such as the ancestral rites. However, plans rarely keep pace with changes, and Pei Xiunian had never anticipated...

I noticed that the room and the outside seemed like two entirely different worlds. Outside felt chaotic and mixed, while this private chamber exuded refinement, decorated in an antiquated style. Upon opening the door, a distinct aroma of wood wafted out, mingled with the scent of incense.

At this moment, the ancient demon clan found itself at a grave disadvantage, primarily because their opponent had acquired yet another ancestral artifact.

I remained silent as golden light shimmered around me, elevating my strength to its peak. I could not afford to underestimate this bear-like monster; otherwise, I might truly be overwhelmed.

In a previous life, Chu Jingqi had died even earlier and more tragically than her, leaving no remains behind.

Upon seeing Su Zhou’s sudden gaze, the team doctor, who had served several generations of England’s captains, couldn’t help but smile.

Meanwhile, in Long Xi’s office, Long Aotian’s eyes locked onto Zhuang Yi’s, and a fierce fighting spirit instantly ignited within him.

After Chen Qingfan had peeled the third apple from its skin, Su Zhou hastily skimmed through the encyclopedia entries on Baidu regarding both table tennis and football.

Zhou Qidong sat nearby without uttering a word; local affairs bore little relevance to him personally.

Actually, at this moment, Sun Jian’s eyelids twitched incessantly. He had no clear understanding of Zhao Yun’s true strength. Judging solely by appearance, Zhao Yun was young and hardly seemed like someone possessing profound abilities.

Whatever the reason, this entity was clearly different from me. I did not know what it was, nor did I understand what the scene I had just witnessed truly signified.

The moment Cui Linhui saw his scarf, he immediately understood it was a warning directed at them. Hastily, he retracted his subsequent moves and ceased all contact with the ill-fated Rong Tiancheng.

Yellow, needle-like vertical pupils fixed intently on the young man below. The black forked tongue flicked in and out, emitting a hissing sound.

Xu An released his grip. He Qi went to make a call, and just then his phone rang. He glanced indifferently—it was Su Mobei.

“Watch your manners. Don’t keep patting and touching like that—it’s unbecoming,” he said coldly, casting a glance at Qiao Guang’s hand still resting on Bai Xue’s shoulder. It was as if he saw dirt clinging there, only just missing the urge to physically brush Qiao Guang’s hand away.

In fact, it wasn’t just Zhou Bajing; many formidable dead objects from the Qinling Mountains had also dispatched teams to search immediately. Unfortunately, none had found any clues, unable to discern the origin of that ominous fluctuation.

Che Yanling slowly approached He Qi. Their gazes grew intense, their lingering looks seeming to freeze time. He Qi felt the air growing thinner in her chest and couldn’t help but blush.

The robber said nothing, merely cast a long, deep glance at He Qi. Clenching his fists tightly as if resolute, he then strode purposefully toward the spot He Qi had indicated.

“It’s nothing!” Zhou Ruhang observed with some suspicion. Shang Yelan had recovered from near death in just half a month, now healthier than an average person. Such healing ability was unmatched! Besides, the new medicine was far purer than unrefined versions. If she had been suppressing it, her body wouldn’t have recovered so well.

Upon entering the forest, they dismounted their warhorses. After hastily consuming some rations and water, ten guards busied themselves with felling trees and arranging the camp. Wang Meng found a secluded spot to sit alone, carefully sketching on the ground with utmost seriousness, not a trace of relaxation in his demeanor.