Waking up at five in the morning to recite texts.

"I can do anything, except empathize. Tell me, why is it always me who has to take action?" Ye Sumang leaned lazily against the stone wall, motionless.

Inside the black and white cocoon, Yun Hao’s eyes flashed with lightning; one was red, the other gold. Crimson-gold electric light leaped and danced in his pupils, brimming with intense power.

"Angel’s Feather..." He forced the spell to release, even though it wasn’t fully formed. Feathers began to drift slowly from above Rabbit’s head.

"How are you holding the stick? Look up." Ming Shan reminded them. Before their eyes were several vine-like plants, resembling grape trellises.

Even united, the three major sects were unable to deal with Chu Xinghan, and nearly lost their lives. Such power was far beyond that of an ordinary martial artist.

"With the vastness of Yunhai Forest and the immensity of Sword Peak, what further proof is needed?" The middle-aged warrior smiled calmly. In truth, he had been stunned when he first heard this, hardly able to believe it. Yet as time passed and his experience grew, he gradually understood.

Yun Hao narrowed his eyes, stepped onto a meteor, and chased like lightning in the direction of Leng Tonghan’s escape.

With this thought, Yun Hao moved in the opposite direction. Sure enough, this time he didn’t return to his original position, but discovered a new place.

Of course, if Dongfang Yuping used magnifying lamps and copying mirrors to stir up trouble, that would be a different matter altogether.

After speaking, Master Bo raised his hand and pointed lightly at the black lotus platform where Yun Hao stood.

"Mo Kaichen!" came an angry shout, and Mo Xianan rushed toward them. "Daddy!" Bei Bei turned her head, jumped down from her seat, and hid by his feet.

"Blue, do you realize your lying skills are really terrible—so bad it makes people want to punch you." Ying Mili shook her fist at her.

"Are you not afraid of hurting Chu Yan’er?" Baobao withdrew her gaze and asked mockingly.

The group raised their glasses, clinked them gently together, and drained their drinks. Earth Dragon put down his glass and invited everyone to eat before the dishes cooled.

After finishing, I stepped out of the café. Lu Cangxue hurried after me, grabbed my arm, and tried desperately to speak, but only managed a few faint sounds.

Although the Knights Templar ceased to exist as a military order early in the fourteenth century, most members were arrested—some died under cruel interrogations, others burned at the stake.

He planned to visit the bedroom upstairs first, record a video, then go to his private studio in the basement, and finally enter the secret passage leading to the most mysterious underground chamber.

"It’s fine, Master. If the elder wants me to compete, then I’ll do it." I replied calmly.

"What are you doing?" I grabbed his hand in panic. Having just bathed, I wasn’t wearing a bra. If he tried to attack me, it would be all too easy.

Seeing the infant Hong Yi, Xia Yang smiled serenely. He produced a jade token, exquisitely carved, and handed it to Meng Bingyun as a gift for the child.

Thinking of this, Peter once again grabbed the gift box by his bedside and checked it over repeatedly.

Yet in that silence, the wailing of Du Fang’s soul, burned by sacred fire, sounded all the more tragic.

"I’m going to Demon Mountain." Mo Xie didn’t pause, leading the spirit-users into the main hall. Inside was only a small teleportation array, its center pointing directly to the mountain’s peak.

Gwen grunted, pounding the wall behind her twice. The pain in her fingers cleared her mind a little. Taking advantage of the brief respite, she suppressed her discomfort and took out her phone from her bag.

The ox-cart reached Gu’s Fortress. Wang Ningzhi stepped off, instructed Zhu Qi to hand the reins to a servant, and then followed Zhang Tongyun into her courtyard.

A journey to the snowy mountains—Zhuo Zhuo Qihua accompanied her. To avoid accidents, they brought a priest and two warriors.

Qin Yue casually tossed the insect bag onto the dressing table. Her heart raced; she couldn’t focus on cultivation.

Luo Jiu was stuck at a critical breakthrough, using it to overcome his bottleneck. Zhang Kun, with a lower level, had no such obstacles.

After the tournament, business at Quenon Square’s shops boomed. The nine major sects sent their disciples according to their allotted quotas. The square was packed; everyone hoped to buy the perfect magical artifact, pill, or talisman at the last moment.

Some people gloated. Regardless of Yan Shuyao and Zhang Kun’s intentions, it was clear the Yun family disliked Zhang Kun—certainly breaking up the couple.

"Yes, just so. But the opponent is a high-level ability user who can teleport directly from outside the city into the city. It’s no wonder there’s little evidence," the executor said.

"By the way, is it alright to leave Kennan wherever?" Holo, restored to her puppy form, lay atop Elric’s head and asked curiously.