Chapter 64: Not Playing Anymore

Led by the man in the gray robe, Lin Xihe and Tang Xin'er successfully arrived at the top floor of the Spirit Arts Tower.

Mage Guli welcomed them warmly and informed them that they would henceforth be personally instructed and managed by the Wing Sect. A specific section of the top floor had already been designated for them. To maintain a balance of genders—operating on the principle that a mixed company makes labor lighter—Yi Yunsi requested Mage Guli to bring Tian Di over as well.

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Gazing at the Earth Dragon King, which was not yet completely dead, Lei Tian casually drew a long sword from his dimensional ring and unleashed a piercing sword qi directly at the beast. Even the Master of the Tongtian Cult would never have expected Lei Tian to suddenly employ a combat-class skill.

For a millennium, the Dragon Flame has been famed in history for its extravagance. The ceremonial hall was magnificent and exquisite, its vermilion doors half-closed, with faint lingering fragrances and the melodious strains of string and wind instruments drifting through the air.

His mood lifted instantly. Perhaps owing to this pleasant frame of mind, even the crimson decorations adorning the Gu Mansion now appeared far more pleasing to the eye.

"I have no particular intentions. They likely cannot escape for long—at the very least, they cannot escape the Demon Realm right now. You are entirely free to pursue them," Haotian replied.

Her hood was also removed. As her eyes grew accustomed to the brightness, the people who had escorted them had already locked the door and departed, leaving behind only their receding, blurred silhouettes.

"It is not that I lack curiosity, but rather that I cannot bear the consequences! Thank you for your kind intentions," Feng Jing said, the corners of his lips curving upward as he politely declined.

"The Elder Mistress instructed me to convey this to you, Madam: once water is spilled, how can it ever be gathered back up? As a lady hailing from a reputable and prominent family, now that you have already been sent back, how could you possibly return on your own to entangle yourself further and make yourself the laughingstock of others?" Mother He gave Su Yun no opportunity to interject, delivering the entire speech in a single breath.

"You have no idea. During yesterday's opening ceremony, that young master Tai Bai clashed head-on with Master Cai Yong, the behind-the-scenes boss of the Jade Guild. It all started over a model—he angered Master Cai to the point of vomiting blood right on the spot, and afterwards, he even had young master Li from Jiangcheng tossed right out of the opening venue."

The three-inch-long gash on the big man's arm was a courtesy bestowed upon him by Ling Lanyu. Now, flying into a blind rage, he pursued Ling Lanyu relentlessly, hacking away with a massive battle-axe. Despite the big man's hulking frame, his movements remained relatively agile. Although he held the upper hand, Ling Lanyu was forced to expend a considerable amount of effort to cope with him.

Faron wanted to slap away the raging fireball hurtling toward him, but the moment his knight's sword made contact with the sphere of fire, his intuition screamed that something was terribly wrong.

Yet just as they rounded a corner, illuminated by the warm glow of the morning sun, they spotted two to three dozen individuals armed with blades and weapons conducting a grid-like search of the street intersection, smashing and destroying everything in their path.

Walking around the giant tree to the other side, they finally saw a porcupine with its eyes rolled back, stuck rigidly into the trunk with all four paws pointing up at the sky.

Zhang Song was well aware of Cui Zixuan's strength, and the Yin-Yang Immortals must have known it as well. Since they dared to sneak into Jiangcheng and wait for an opportune moment to strike, they undoubtedly possessed absolute confidence in their success.

"Let's go change our clothes," the man said with a smile, stepping lightly with graceful dance movements as he made his way toward his fitting room.

Nowadays, for the majority of people living near the old street, Su's Restaurant was always the very first choice that came to mind when deciding on lunch or dinner.

There were also some wafer biscuits. After a packet was opened earlier, Aunt Xiuping actually cooked them, boiling them down into a thick porridge resembling oatmeal.

It was evident that they had worked overtime, putting aside all their other ongoing projects just to rush out this manuscript.

Mother Du never imagined that Hong Hua—who had always appeared so honest, loyal, obedient, and sensible in her presence—would actually speak to her in such a manner. In that instant, Mother Du felt deeply provoked and addressed Hong Hua with burning dissatisfaction.

This sudden and unexpected strike exceeded everyone's expectations and proved that Eastern Hao's words were false, though everyone simply chose to keep it to themselves.

Song Panpan racked her brains to the absolute limit, yet she could never have predicted this outcome. She had intended to watch Qin Hao suffer, but reality delivered a resounding slap to her face.

A miracle had occurred—simply unbelievable—the snake lay limp across the floor, as docile as a thick, black length of garden hose, its eyes fixed intently upon Harry.