Volume 1, Chapter 63: Coming Back Sooner or Later, It's Still Coming Back

Realizing she had let something slip, Bai Zhi composed herself for a moment and shook her head. "I merely heard it mentioned by the disciples."

Yuan Lingqing did not press further. Noticing the change in her third junior sister's attitude, a faint smile immediately touched his lips. "In that case, I must ask you to look after the sect's affairs for me, Third Junior Sister."

Bai Zhi pondered for a moment.

"I'll go make a trip myself. Handle the sect's affairs on your own."

How much time had passed, how many meters had he tunneled? Tu Xingsun advanced numbly, every single step demanding a colossal expenditure of energy. An ordinary person would have long since despaired and collapsed, but not he. The conviction to survive burning in his mind not only refused to fade, but grew even stronger.

Li Shuihan's face flushed red, and she hastily cut off the topic before saying to me, "Ahem, I've already told you the general situation over QQ. If there's anything unclear, feel free to ask."

She rested both hands on the cabinet, staring at the cookies baking inside the oven. Her eyes fixed on the glowing light, her thoughts drifted back to last night once again.

Qin Tian's wonderful mood early in the morning had been completely ruined by a single remark from that old codger, Xiao Jinghai.

Shortly after he returned, I heard the sound of him opening the door and going out. Where was he going? Back to the Underworld? Did he have regrets?

The following day, the exhibition remained immensely popular. The exhibition hall had been thoroughly renovated; aside from those involved last night, no one else could detect any trace of what had happened. Moreover, even more visitors came today, likely because they figured it was the last day the Blue-ray would be on display.

Han Wei felt something was amiss. The movement below did not feel like a dangerous creature, but rather like someone drowning, struggling desperately for life in the water. He immediately thought of Lin Xue, Han Tian, and the others—could they have gone into the water and run into danger because they didn't know the route?

Given Le Fan's current strength, he wasn't even a civil servant; to an ordinary person, he would simply not be taken seriously. Those old men were truly cunning, looking three steps ahead for every one they took. When considering problems, they even factored in arrangements for after their deaths.

Watching the retreating figures of Ning Jing and Liu Jun, Li Yun smiled triumphantly. Before coming here, he had already gathered all relevant information about Ning Jing, including the backgrounds of everyone connected to her, all of which he had thoroughly investigated—especially this Liu Jun, whom Li Yun understood inside and out.

Shi Feng was not intimidated by the Purple-Flamed Flying Eagle shrouded in layers of Buddhist light, but instead inwardly scoffed, finding the name of this Great Eagle Mingwang quite amusing.

Ye Chen nodded, figuring his own thoughts had been too simplistic, and the few of them walked toward the outer perimeter of the night market.

It seemed Mo Xue had set up this trap long ago, clearly inviting him right into the urn. Varis Skywing knew he no longer had any choice left and simply resigned himself to fate.

"Taking advantage of me isn't enough? What else do you want to do?" Ye Tangmu said with a cold face, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

An Yichen's performance style shifted once again here; his lips were perpetually pale, his complexion terrifyingly ashen, yet his deep gaze remained resolute.

Cheng Yiyan made no attempt to conceal his intention of asking Cheng Muyu for help, but the moment his words fell, they earned him a look of disdain from Cheng Muyu.

Then, she watched as A-shen stepped forward, drew a handgun from his waist, and inched closer and closer toward Chu Wei.

Su Manqing knew that once those twin sabers came down, she would be crippled. Her heart was filled with both hatred and regret. Though somewhat frightened, she felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. Had she possessed even a shred of Jianghu experience, she would never have been captured and left at the mercy of others.

Standing nearby and listening to Ye Chen teasing Meng Zhuyin, seeing the latter actually take him seriously, Shen Caiyun found it utterly hilarious.

An Yichen's dagger pierced the Armored Dragon's head ahead of time, but the dragon's head-shaking motion was far too violent, hurling him against the wall. A surge of blood rushed up his throat as he crashed heavily to the ground.