One Hundred Thirteen. Or Leap into the Abyss (Combined Volume)

Meng Qingyuan raised her eyes toward the yin-yang symbol several yards away. In truth, she had already known who was coming from the sound alone.

Yet when she truly saw the figure standing atop the pristine white yin-yang symbol, she still found it somewhat unbelievable.

The Empress Dowager lightly covered her red lips. For a moment, she did not know what to say. After a brief silence, she finally spoke in a low voice:

“Why have you come alone? Where is Sulan?”

Pei Xiunian steadied his breathing before explaining.

“Phew…” Wade opened his eyes, feeling completely relaxed and more alert than before. This was his first experience with what was supposedly meditation, and he found it rather pleasant. He had let his spirit wander for a while, and returned feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

That was true. The two women were as close as sisters. When Yezi left, she had probably given Qingrong some kind of hint, more or less.

“No. I just feel that you’ve changed quite a bit lately. Somehow, you don’t seem quite the same as you used to.” As Shen Shi spoke, he studied Yulia.

When gunfire erupted from the Japanese flank and the breach in the enemy’s defenses was promptly opened, the brothers on the mountain saw hope. They quickly split into two groups: one stayed behind to provide cover, while the other charged toward the gap where Han Zhengdong and his men were fighting their way out.

Sun Zhuo noticed that Ray Allen’s defense was focused entirely on stopping his shots. He paid no attention to Sun Zhuo’s drives, practically allowing him to penetrate. But if Sun Zhuo wanted to shoot, that was absolutely out of the question.

Shen Ruochu, breaking with her usual habits, did not follow him into the bathroom. She knew that from now on, she had to appear more magnanimous and gentle in front of Jiang Jueli. Only then would his attitude toward her improve, allowing him to gradually develop feelings for her with time.

Tian Wuyou’s lips curved faintly as she narrowed her eyes and patted the great bird on the head. The bird affectionately rubbed its head against her palm.

The Seventh Young Master’s restaurant was one of the most luxurious establishments in the world. Every pleasure imaginable could be found within—entertainment, horse racing, gambling, and more. It was a veritable sinkhole for money.

“So it was deliberate!” Yuan Linkai flung away Lin’s father’s hand, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and disappointment.

“There has been no war these past few years, so the Long family’s income has fallen considerably. At present, the fief brings in nearly five million taels of silver each year. As for anything else, there is nothing.” Long Yuntian did not take offense. He understood what Long Tianwei meant by asking, and although he was still rather helpless about it, he had no choice but to speak.

A battle like this could provide at least fifty genetic samples—in other words, enough to produce fifty powerhouses on the level of Phantom Warriors.

Han Qing’s combat strength exceeded three million. However, with the Flower Sea Supreme-tier weapon in her possession, she could reach a combat strength of four million.

But when she thought of Zheng Ji’s relationship with her family, she felt relieved and happily began helping her husband put things in order.

“You’re here. These past few days must have been hard on you.” Zheng Ji glanced at the pair of parcels behind him. There was no need to ask; he knew that quite a few of them contained things mailed specifically to him.

I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that he had recently provoked the people of the Black Banner. He wanted me to step in and help settle the matter. As long as I was willing to help him resolve it, he promised to make peace with me. From then on, the vocational high school and the No. 1 Middle School would stay out of each other’s affairs.

Everyone looked over and saw a young man gazing at them with an ambiguous, half-smiling expression.

It was not until the boy placed a stick of yellow incense before him that he sensed the familiar scent of burning offerings. He thought that it had all been real—that he had truly once fought the strongest warriors in the world within the Hall of the High Heavens, at the loftiest place beneath the heavens.

With nothing blocking his way, Su Zimo had just stepped out of Pearl River Building when a familiar, astonished voice came from behind him.

Apart from business trips, Zhao Shengtian rarely spent the night away from home. He had a powerful sense of belonging; even if he stayed out until two or three in the morning, he still had to return and lie down in his own large bed.

Zhao Shengtian was considering whether to change the interior design style again when three words slowly reached his ears.