Volume 1, Chapter 112: It Has Always Been Me Who Loved

However, seeing the undisguised anger on Lu Jingyan's pale face, Xu Qian realized instantly that clashing head-on would be of no benefit. She immediately retracted all her thorns, softened her demeanor, and with reddened eyes, walked aggrievedly to the bedside, attempting to take his hand resting on the quilt.

Recalling Liu Quanfu's previous introduction to the True Master of the Purple Abode, Chen Yuan’s expression shifted, and he shouted a warning.

And now, Clover has not spoken, yet the great masters are promoting it in unison. Is this normal? Of course not. This dragon believes this is a conspiracy—a conspiracy by traditional titans to snipe a rising god.

As soon as Xia Yi sat down, he heard several thumping sounds from inside, as if something was striking flesh. A moment later, the door opened, and Zheng Wanxia walked out looking completely at ease.

It was clearly difficult for Dayi to kill Dipankara outright, and while Dipankara had made progress, he had not yet reached the point where he could truly stand toe-to-toe with Dayi.

In the Nightmare Space, Sang Ruo’s form began to swell as if inflated. As his body changed, the entire space seemed to tremble under the pressure, and the aura that repelled him grew increasingly intense.

The moment his hand touched the token, it transformed into a soul flame and burrowed into Chen Yuan’s body.

"Follow me, and do not attempt to escape." The man in white left this message for Chen Yang before flying toward the west.

The Second Prince did not even look up. As he ate, he suddenly noticed the atmosphere was off, paused his chopsticks in confusion, and then met the complex gazes of Mo Li and Meng Qi.

Sang Ruo recalled that there had been such private lessons at the Dino Abyss Academy, but he had graduated as a wizard before he ever had the chance to attend them.

However, Yun Tianhe and the others, who were deep in sleep, suddenly heard a faint sound of a zither—seemingly mournful, yet lingering. One by one, they woke from their dreams and stepped out of their rooms.

Qin Mingyue sat there awkwardly; she could not join this conversation. These people, laughing and talking, looked more like a family, while she was nothing more than a passing outsider.

His sudden illness alarmed the entire estate. By the time Qu Qingyan arrived at Beiwang Study, Lady Tian, Lady Liu, Lady Chen, Lady Qin, as well as Qu Qingwen and Qu Qingxi, were all crowded inside.

"I heard that Grand Princess Ziling is getting married!" Chu Yunxiang said excitedly. Murong Zihan was her idol! Yet, now that her idol was right in front of her, she found herself feeling nothing but disdain.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting, sister..." Zihan feigned a gentle appearance, curious to see what Concubine Yan was planning.

Seeing their commander restrained, the soldiers dared not fire, fearing that doing so might cost their commander his life.

The longsword was like a dragon, its sword qi peerless. It struck the sub-dragon with a crisp clang, and though the blade was slightly obstructed, Newman applied more force, causing the sword to pierce an inch into the creature's body.

"Mother Empress, Ziyao feels there is no need for you to refer to yourself as 'this grieving one'; it makes you sound so unhappy!" Ziyao boldly expressed her opinion.

"Better not, the current level is quite good as it is." Duan Ke smiled mysteriously, his voice sounding even gentler.

This was the greatest den of extravagance in Shengjing. Every brothel concentrated more than half of its manpower and resources here. After all, those on the painted pleasure boats were wealthy patrons who knew how to enjoy themselves and valued atmosphere and taste. These patrons did not care about silver; what they wanted was style.

Qian Haoxing’s Dharma form was overbearing and fierce. Among the Five Elders of the Qian family, his strength was considered the weakest. The reason was that his martial arts were far too rigid and overbearing.