61 Consensus

What does this mean? Is he going to give up on her? Abandon her? Does getting rejected too many times mean he no longer wants her?

As long as there is still attachment in the heart, no matter how strong a person may be, at the very moment of passing, that reluctance to part is so surging and intense. Yet all this reluctance can only turn into tears, dripping down, merging into the rain, indistinguishable.

"Let's each go our own way, and we can share our insights later. After all, there are so many projects; if we try to stick together, heaven knows when we'll ever finish exploring them all." Although Guo Qiming's starting point was different, he also advocated acting alone.

Facing Huang Kui's interrogation, Yue Rushan sneered with utter disdain. He glared fiercely at Huang Kui, too proud to deign him an answer, and instead put away his Water-Repelling Qilin Trident. Striding over, he supported the swaying Cold-Faced Ghost, and said, "Sister Youlan, are you... are you alright?" The overflowing concern in his voice was clear to everyone.

"Yingjun, let's head back tomorrow. These mountains are simply too terrifying. No matter what you say, I am never coming here to climb any mountains again." Thinking of what had just happened, Long Miaomiao still felt a lingering sense of fear.

Although the deceased had previously undergone the same treatment Shen Yunshu used to save patients, his life force had long since been completely exhausted, and those acupuncture needles merely brought the moment of death forward.

Scolding the wildcat distracted him, and failing to watch his footing, he kicked against something. Stumbling, he pitched forward. In a panic, Li Feng thrust both hands onto the ground just in time to avoid falling flat on his face.

"Commander Lu has already notified the Hedong Army. At the latest by tomorrow evening, the Hedong Army will arrive," Mu Ting said.

It seemed she had been lonely for so long that it took Zhu Yingying a long time of rejoicing to gradually calm down. When mentioning taking a master, Feng Lingxi did not care much for protocol, yet she still dutifully performed the three traditional bows.

"My young friend, you are perceptive and wise. You knew all along that this old crone was plotting against you, yet you said nothing and willingly allowed yourself to be schemed against. Why?" If certain things were not asked now, there would be no future opportunity to speak of them.

Hearing this and witnessing the scene, Luo Chen also spoke up. As for the exact reason, Luo Chen did not elaborate, because from Qi Zheng's expression just a moment ago, he already knew that the other party had more or less guessed the truth. Therefore, there was no need for Luo Chen to spell it out any further.

The hundred-foot-long skeletal dragon floated mid-air. Although it was merely an undead creature, the unique coercive aura belonging to the dragon race was not diminished in the slightest. Moreover, the appearance of this skeletal dragon seemed somewhat unexpected even to the Imperial-grade Corpse King.

I really didn't want to think that way, but uncle was indeed speaking of changes I had already noticed yet deliberately refused to acknowledge.

Yet Xia Chen watched Xia Zhengrong several times with words poised on his lips, only to find the expression on the latter's face growing increasingly unsightly as the moments passed.

"That man in armor is my father, Lin Qiran. The other two on the left is named Zheng Chengtian, and the one on the right is named Jiang Hongbin. Both are renowned practitioners in the Spirit Transformation stage. They have always been at odds with my father, especially Jiang Hongbin, who opposes him at every turn," Lin Junxuan said bitterly.

"To think that after ten years apart, your cultivation has reached such a realm... However, by displaying mystical arts in front of mortals, aren't you afraid of drawing trouble upon yourself?" Standing amidst the cold high-altitude wind, Xu Ziyan wore a black evening gown whose hem fluttered gently, her features as ethereal and pure as an immortal.

Opening up a spatial domain to isolate the intrusion of the black mist was the only viable course of action at the present moment, and it was also the most effective and direct countermeasure discussed and agreed upon by everyone present.

He was terrified that if he were away during this period, he might miss out on a primordial spiritual treasure, which would be an unbearable pity.

Su Yuya extended her wrist, and after taking her pulse for a moment, Song Xiaodong's expression grew increasingly bizarre and astonished.

"What do you mean? Who on earth could force my mother to leave?" Miao Xuanxuan glared, her eyes filled with even more doubt.

This was simply a kind of inhumane, demonic art recorded in ancient texts, which had been prevalent millennia ago when the demonic path flourished.

Lu Tianyu did not pursue him, knowing that Xu would definitely attack. But he no longer feared him. He could feel a boundless, seemingly endless stream of power coursing continuously through his body.

This flat patch of rock protruding abruptly from the cliff face stood at a considerable height above the boundless forest stretching out below.

This summoning had indeed succeeded. A purple magic circle about two meters in diameter appeared in the hall, and Yaya materialized along with it.

Yet witnessing soul-flame alchemy with one's own eyes was already a tremendous piece of fortune. Through it, they could perceive a world vastly different from the one they accessed using ordinary primordial flames—many things that were previously incomprehensible and impossible to accomplish were suddenly resolved with ease.

Xia Shenghua, who had worked at Mingyao Pharmaceuticals for a full five years, ultimately had a falling out with President Du Zitong over an issue regarding drug costs and quality compliance standards.

This was a deficiency that could not be broken through with elixirs or direct cultivation infusion; Hong Qing had to rely entirely on his own comprehension.

He could easily imagine that by then, the Star Beast clan would desperately try to kill him, while the Human race would desperately try to protect him. A war between the two races would inevitably be unimaginably bloody. More crucially, the Human race would remain entirely ignorant of his true situation. By then, his actions might amount to far more than simply dragging the Star Beast clan down to "be buried with him," wouldn't they?