Volume 1, Chapter 167: Stance

Jin Yao struck with a fist.
The wind of the fist was piercingly cold.
He saw a meaningful arc tugging at the corner of Zhou Jingdu's lips.
The next second, the dream shattered like snowflakes, piece by piece.
Jin Yao's pupils suddenly contracted.
His vision was plunged into a viscous and suffocating darkness.
In the pitch-black and freezing room, Jin Yao, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
He gasped for air in heavy, ragged breaths.
Like a drowning man.
His fingertips fumbled along the wall for a few seconds before flipping the light switch with a click.
"When is the General's grand wedding going to be held?" Abruptly, the third prince's soft and timid voice sounded, breaking the inner chambers' silence of a few seconds.
"Shasha... Let's talk." Turning back and seeing Yin Shasha looking at him with sorrow in her eyes, Yin Ziye felt a pang in his heart. Even if he did not like Yin Shasha, he had always regarded her as his own younger sister and felt a deep sympathy for her.

"If I remember correctly, Young Master Luo seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol just now and must be quite drunk by now. I certainly wouldn't dare to take the risk of my life to ride back in your car; I'd rather hail a taxi instead," she said, and made to leave.
They all harbored inward resentment toward an outsider possessing such immense power.
The imperial city had returned to its usual tranquility. The only difference was that over a hundred people in the dungeon remained unconscious, while the primary criminal and prisoner had vanished without a trace.
At this moment, her long, slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes opened. Following that, her eyes filled with pain, and what greeted Pei Mo's sight was a ceiling as white as snow.
"Prinzessin, what are you talking about?" Yin Si felt that he had lost all face. Yin and Yin had intended to teach them how to build a naval force, but now it had turned into having to take care of the Prinzessin instead.
Xia Yueying was in the middle of changing clothes, completely naked without a shred of clothing, and her pearl-white skin instantly commanded Pei Yiting's intense attention.
The bottom of the cage was so densely packed that there was simply nowhere to land a foothold. If one were to step down on it, what chance of survival would there be?
Having both lived in the human realm, the only difference was that this fellow had spent a few more years than him engaging in the treacherous power struggles of the demon royal family.
The escape route Caesar mentioned could indeed be described as hidden; the narrow tunnel entrance, just wide enough for a single person to pass through, was actually concealed behind the wine cabinet in the kitchen.
It was chosen at the very moment he discovered Tachibana Masamune's identity as a traitor, when Angers agreed to ally with the family, and when the Well of Drained Bones was about to be revealed to the world.
"Yun'er, we can finally leave the estate openly tomorrow in broad daylight," Momo said with an excited expression.
Such words made Quan Lvyu extremely displeased; how could anyone compare him to such lower-class people?

However, as for the chicken wanting to join the Wuwu Sect... He hesitated somewhat. Perhaps the chicken had a special reason, such as finding the exact item he needed directly within the Wuwu Sect.
She also kept the contact information of that teacher and maintained communication. Tonight upon returning, she would enter the Emerald World to write a letter of inquiry. Having just sold her second crop of bell-flower blooms, she possessed the financial strength to purchase such custom-made potions and formulas.
Watching the man's retreating figure, Bai Yiran's inner feelings were also extremely complicated. If not for this phone call, she truly wouldn't have known how to clean up this awkward mess.
She had no idea how long she had been trapped, but feeling both hungry and tired now, she simply lay down with her hands pillowed behind her head.
"His Verbal Spirit... is Rhine?" Caesar asked in disbelief. How could a world-destroying Verbal Spirit with power almost equivalent to a nuclear bomb appear on a puppet created by the King's Retainer?
Bai Yiran did not know whether stepping onto this path today was right or wrong. If it was wrong, then let her continue to make wrong after wrong. Her heart was already riddled with holes and devoid of any surplus strength to pursue that beautiful love.
Then the Holy King expressed the warm hospitality of Fibilco, and began exchanging polite greetings with everyone.
Prince Taifeng's brows furrowed, and with a wave of his hand, he conjured a golden stairway—none other than the "Stairway to Heaven" secret technique of the Creator Ancestor.