Chapter 45: Don't Leave Me Behind

Inside the Tang Xuan Mansion.

Deling felt herself being lifted up, then sinking into a cool embrace. She blinked her hazy eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of the person holding her, but everything appeared as a blur.

In her field of vision, halos of light spun around, and her only sensation was the sound of someone persistently calling her name by her ear.

Through the remnants of her reason, she recognized Shanny Lin’s voice. She wanted to open her mouth to say something, but all that escaped her lips was a faint murmur.

...

However, not long after he started walking, his gaze inadvertently caught the reflection in a street-side glass: a slender figure was closely tailing him. She kept her head down, looking left and right, maintaining a constant distance of ten meters behind him.

"Stop dreaming... Winning is impossible! Even tying the score is out of the question..." A discordant voice broke the silence. It was none other than Wu Jianrui. He had been quiet for a long time and now felt compelled to speak up just to assert his presence.

Just at that moment, Yue Qi rushed over with a doctor. Seeing the situation, they had no time for shock and immediately pulled out a sedative, injecting it straight into Weilan’s arm.

The Soul of the God of War roared beneath the starry sky as Ling Tian abruptly thrust out his Heaven-Prison Hand, grabbing toward that half-fragment of the divine artifact's lid.

Inside the room, Weilan remained sitting in a curled-up posture on the bed. It was she who had expressed the wish to see Qigui, which prompted Adonis to go downstairs. Yet, after waiting for so long, no one had come back up, and her wait filled her with growing dread.

With a cold smile, Ding Yu waved his hand, and instantly a burst of golden light flashed. The knights surrounding him collapsed to the ground one by one, all of them losing their breath.

Smoking cigarette after cigarette, Ji Zeyou sat decadently on the floor, using every brief moment of indulgence to numb his nervous system. The inescapable pain, paradoxically, made him suffer with absolute clarity.

This was a vehicle modified with special paint; in the shadows, dark places, and under direct sunlight, it looked like entirely two different models. Breaking free at last from the shadow of the Heavenly Dao Peak, the bicycle gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Perhaps that isn't alienation, but rather that she simply can't cope with her own feelings right now... Once she sorts them out, she'll go back to the way she used to be..." A bitter smile crossed Song Qinyue's face, though even she didn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Ling Tian shook his head. Though a pang of reluctance lingered in his heart, he was not a cold-blooded person after all. Standing by and watching someone die was simply something he could not do, especially since Zhen Moran was an acquaintance of Ji Jiuyou.

Of course, this did not mean the gap in strength between a newcomer to the Inner Qi release stage and someone in the mid-stage was truly this massive. It was primarily because Zheng Zha had caught a glimpse of Hua Xiong from afar earlier and recognized that Hua Xiong was actually Big Niu. More importantly, the disparity in their equipment was simply too vast.

The Soul-Breaking Realm was founded on the cultivation of the divine soul and tempered by the laws of the Heavenly Dao. However, due to the upheaval in the Immortal Realm ten years of millennia ago, spiritual Qi was severely depleted, making it already miraculous enough for anyone to reach the Soul-Breaking Realm.

Near the guests, Lorelei stood smilingly holding two children, greeting the many well-wishers who had come to offer blessings, when suddenly the roar of Pryce made her hand jerk in fright.

Ling Xi shook his head, feeling a sudden sense of bewilderment. What was it that had made him fall in love with her all those years ago, leading him to fail Lian Rong for so many years?

A single simple sentence was enough to give Dai Lecheng a pounding headache. This was undoubtedly a figure they could not afford to provoke; otherwise, the chances of any of them surviving were virtually nonexistent.

Gao Wen’s mental transmission came through. Promised, who was gradually overcoming her aversion to the saltiness of feta cheese, cast a quiet glance at him, immediately realizing that the disturbance Gao Wen had sensed before her own must be the movement of the spatial team.

From Lin Xiao's tone, it was clear that he would likely refuse any such training in the future, which was why it refused to enter the Poké Ball.

"What on earth is 'destiny'?" Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses, appearing to test the waters. As for what exactly Chu Xuan was probing for, Murong Chen genuinely could not guess.