Chapter 52: Falling Once Again into the Shura Field of the Good Sons Competing for Favor

Wei Xifeng nodded vigorously. "Teacher is too breathtaking; if you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't even have noticed. This necklace isn't even a ten-thousandth as dazzling as you, Teacher."

Jiang Liwu was charmed by Wei Xifeng's sweet words, breaking into a bright and radiant smile.

At that moment, the orchestra struck up a melodious and cheerful tune. Many figures in tailored suits and elegant gowns intertwined on the dance floor, the gentlemen refined and graceful, the ladies beautiful and captivating.

Seeing this, Wei Xifeng and Fu Siyue immediately reached out their hands toward Jiang Liwu.

Jiang Liwu was still holding some food in her hands.

Gouzi followed closely beside Old Liu the Second, carrying a large bowl. When porridge was ladled into his bowl, he initially wanted to ask for a bit more, but upon seeing the contents inside, he was instantly left speechless. Nonetheless, he returned to his eating spot alongside Old Liu the Second with a face full of joy.

In Black Tail's eyes, Ares was a godlike existence far more sublime than the King of the Werewolf Clan.

"Even if your tongue were cut out, you'd still find a way to talk. Truly sickening." Wang Jin curled his lip. He would be overjoyed if this fellow lost his ability to speak along with his tongue; talking to him was simply nauseating.

"Please all embark the ship," Yue'er invited. As it turned out, just a few more steps brought them to Mirror Lake, marking their departure from the wasteland.

As for the first matter, Hugo hadn't been expending much energy on the team lately anyway. Being the boss, he had plenty of pressing affairs to handle; besides, engaging in power struggles and making witty banter were the true pursuits of a man of his stature.

"Antonidas..." She could go no further, rushing forward to pull him into a tight embrace. Never before had she dared to hug him, for he always seemed so formidable. Yet now, Antonidas looked... aged.

With a loud "bang," Fang Yu struck the table heavily, causing the teacup to leap up in fright. Aunt Zhao's heart leaped in unison, and she involuntarily lowered her sword.

Seeing Lin Chen walk over, Wang Haonan became even more certain that Lin Chen must have been frightened by his reputation.

Han Zhe suddenly uttered this remark while twisting a jade Ruyi that had already snapped into numerous pieces, effectively breaking the awkward atmosphere in the room.

Yingyue could not hear the sounds from outside, as all five floors were constructed from transparent glass. While people on the outside could clearly see into the public halls on each floor, the interior of individual rooms remained hidden from view.

"Sit, everyone. Sit and wait," Zheze waved her hand, and Subuda pulled Wuyunzhu up to stand beside her.

Therefore, upon returning to the Sword Cultivators Alliance, he removed Lin Qian'er from the Seven-Colored Space and, putting aside any thoughts of visiting the Demon Realm, went straight into seclusion right within the Alliance.

Because this officer had been transferred to the capital for less than a year before being targeted in revenge by criminals, taking seventeen bullets—a truly tragic death.

Feng Junzi's mind was completely blank, yet a fluent, convention-bound passage flowed effortlessly from his lips.

Only then did Dao Xu let out a long sigh, sitting down with a look of reminiscence, a slight daze in his eyes.

"Brother Xi, get up and go to work. Are you trying to sleep your life away?" Dabei poked the person sleeping soundly behind him. This guy was unbelievable; he had been asleep ever since they boarded the vehicle and still hadn't woken up. No matter how loud the thunder or how heavy the rain outside, as long as nobody woke him, nothing would rouse him.

His inner feelings grew increasingly solemn. This was only the first time; future acupoints would become progressively more difficult, and the accompanying phenomena increasingly terrifying.

Though the words were polite and the attitude quite proper, the generals and officers following closely behind indicated that the speaker had formidable backing.

The primordial blood he spat out contained a string of beads that soared high into the air, vibrating with a deep rumble. One by one, the astral pearls expanded, suspended in the firmament like heavenly stars.

If Zhu Yunxiu did not contend for power, or if he proved utterly incompetent, many would choose to overlook this distinction of birth. However, since he intended to contend, the difference between primary and secondary consorts had to be laid out in the open.

Whenever he looked at his other children, he would inevitably recall this matter. It was his deepest debt of guilt toward Feng Xiyue—one that, perhaps, he could never make amends for in a lifetime.