Chapter 162: Gathering Around the Hearth in the Palace of Heavenly Purity

"There is no time to lose. Grand Tutor, please make a trip to the palace, present our plan to the Empress, and have her make inquiries as soon as possible so that we can proceed with the next step," said Qu Wuzhou.

If only he could be "naturally" abducted by the Dark Lord without leaving any trace of acting, and taken straight to the hiding place of the magical stone, that would be the best-case scenario.

After settling down the stubborn Da Huang, who was rolling around on the floor, Dou Wei put on a face mask, a hat, and sunglasses, arming himself fully before heading out.

"Getting lost? Me? Getting lost? You must be joking," Ji Meina pointed at her own nose and said with an amused smile.

Yao Beina, having already changed back into her everyday clothes, emerged from the dressing room, gently tugged at Dou Wei's clothes, and spoke.

After much hustle and bustle, the group proceeded to the second gate, boarded the carriages, and hurried forward together toward the Salt Administration Office.

Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered "Sonorus," whereupon his magically amplified voice echoed across the stands.

"How did you know?" Denying it was meaningless. Lin Chu looked seriously at Yu Sile; the feeling of having such a secret discovered by others was far from pleasant.

Fortunately, the only redeeming grace through all of this was that, to sum it all up, he had not truly and completely perished just yet.

Yet precisely because of this, Lin Chu felt all the more that his interactions with Tong Yao required greater care. Fortunately, this was nothing major; on the contrary, it could help deepen the bond between them.

Elder Fei clenched his teeth tightly, circulating his divine power as he desperately resisted the terrifying force. The two energies collided fiercely, constantly neutralizing each other. The black light blade vanished into nothingness, while the sword shield was left tattered and ruined.

As a string of words tumbled out, everyone around turned their gazes toward Yang Daotian, all eager to know his stance at this moment.

They suddenly discovered that deep within their hearts, a yearning for cultivation had always been hidden. This desire had never vanished; it had merely been suppressed to the very bottom of their hearts by the dull routine of day-to-day life.

This was a major taboo for a cultivator's training, yet she had indeed never encountered failure, and naturally failed to realize her own shortcomings in certain areas.

At dusk, Ying, wearing a thick yellow down jacket, arrived at the fried chicken and barbecue restaurant in Times Square.

Chen Xiao himself suddenly turned exceptionally ethereal, and consequently, the collapsing giant boulders failed to touch the bodies of the three of them.

"I think she must have gone here!" Dongfang walked out from the inner room, holding a computer in her hands.

Mu Feng was extremely weak, collapsing onto the ground. As he tried with difficulty to stand up, he was struck from behind by the approaching Serizawa.

"Are the carriages, horses, and shrouds all prepared?" Wen Lianggong asked listlessly. He had been racking his brain, trying to figure out how to break the news to the Hua family so that he could cleanly distance himself from the matter.

Now, however, he addressed him directly by his name. Evidently, he harbored some inner resentment toward what had just happened.

"Cavalry, go support Lord Wei Wuji; musketeers, come with me." Zhang Jiang wheeled his horse around, and the cavalry by his side galloped with him toward the western entrance of the village.

Le Feng immediately leaped ashore, retrieved a black square pillar—two people tall and as thick as an embrace—from the Hunyuan Disk. Scanning his surroundings, he found a large tree, stood the black square pillar right behind it, and secured it firmly in place.

Within Zhang Xingchen's field of vision, the entire expanse of Qianshan Cave was densely packed with talismans. These talismans intertwined and collided, whipping up fierce gales in the air. This was precisely the Five-Elements Gale.

Jierilina leaned against Wang Chen's shoulder, listening to his lengthy discourse, and shook her head as she described how she felt during her recent sparring sessions.

After they left, a garrison regiment arrived to take over defensive duties. Following them came the Second Cavalry Brigade and the Twelfth Field Brigade. By the eighth day, the Chinese army had secured a radius of a hundred miles, capturing the largest ferry points and blockading several tributary river channels.

Watching Xiao Yang, who stood there with an air of nonchalance, he felt a tightness in his chest and struggled to breathe. To this day, he still refused to believe that Xiao Yang's alchemy surpassed that of himself and Gu Feng and the others.

Since entering was not strictly necessary and there were numerous other choices available, why should Wang Chen court death by taking such risks?

Suddenly, he understood why the Elder of the Heaven Dao Alliance had been so insistent on taking back this Four-Phase Holy Robe and was even willing to let bygones be bygones regarding his seizure of Shangguan Chao's Fiery Dragon Glazed Bead.

Lin Yu did not understand why Tang Zhi said this, but decided not to press further. After closing the door, he brought over a stool, motioned for Tang Zhi to sit, and took a seat to the side.

Qin Feng sent Bulgaria to represent him in the United States to rendezvous with Moduo, instructing him to find out precisely how much intelligence the Walchilde family held on him, why they wanted to assassinate him, and to find a way to settle matters with the family once and for all.

Taken aback, Qin Feng hurriedly bent down to support her, only to feel a sudden wave of dizziness wash over him before losing consciousness entirely, passing out right then and there.

Nagoya under the moonlight appeared peaceful on the surface, yet beneath this calm exterior, an undercurrent surged violently.

Holding her, Qin Beifeng felt as though he were embracing a ball of fire. To cast her aside was unthinkable, yet to keep holding her left him feeling as though his heart was burning with an agonizing torment.

Ice Dance's voice was somewhat low and crisp, resembling mountain spring water or the chiming of raw jade striking one another. Yet it also carried a trace of detachment—soft and shallow, far less intense than one might have imagined.