Chapter 32 (Revised)

The clouds seemed to drift down from the sky, following that indistinct figure with a natural, unforced grace. Swirling mists cloaked the person entirely, rendering their true appearance invisible to onlookers.

“Nanny, why would you leave when everything’s fine?” She still remembered the strange words Madam Xu spoke last night, but she had been too weary to ponder them then.

At this moment, the Empire of Light faced troubles both within and without—perhaps the gravest challenge since the Holy Emperor took the throne.

“This is daytime!” Tang Shiyu looked at him as if he were a fool, implying that if he wanted to daydream, he should wait until night, when dreams come naturally.

The entire territory of the Youzhou dynasty held an average population of five to six hundred million, with a single royal city accounting for as many as two hundred million.

Finally, with fierce resolve, she struck Luo Kai hard. The man screamed miserably, and at that moment, the water surged forcefully.

Yet, by then, the Eye of Cthulhu had already opened wide, its mouth lined with dense, jagged teeth that gleamed with a sharp, chilling light.

Although she never admitted to being kind-hearted, she was nonetheless moved by her own acts of goodwill.

Seeing this, Mo Qingxia’s face grew bitter. Though her question was veiled, she abandoned all pride, firmly believing that Bai Jiao’s wisdom could not fail to understand. Gritting her teeth, she swallowed back tears and turned toward the shop.

With official backing, the Wang family dared not act recklessly. Meanwhile, Master Ma spotted a business opportunity. Since the shops on Qingshui Street were struggling, he decided to switch to selling clothes.

Only a few days had passed when Jin Xun indeed sent her a message. How he discovered her phone number, and how he knew she worked at Sifang Law Firm, seemed less important now.

Li Bolin and Jiang Yang focused intently on their phones, watching a short video of a scene between Li Bolin and Jing Tian.

Indeed, even though they were now crowned as kings among the strong, in their youth, they could have ranked first in some genius battles. Yet compared to a dazzling talent like Lin Qingyu, they truly paled.

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Out of concern that she might take drastic measures if attacked further, especially after seeing Zheng Jiajia taking antidepressants, hesitation gripped him.

After a moment’s pause, Han Li followed Su Lan, walking alongside her, since he had caused the trouble himself.

The Virtual Spirit Fruit that Lin Qingyu gave to Luo Feng was a grafted fruit of the cosmic sovereign’s realm.

The performance was so genuine that the judges’ emotions were stirred deeply; they felt as if their throats were blocked, and their hearts were pierced painfully.

The other man who stepped out of the vehicle was someone Lu Zhizong dreaded to see.

Previously, Lin Qingyu’s mental space could interact with reality to some extent, but mostly on the informational level.

“Master, have I disturbed you?” Zhang Jinlan stepped back slightly, straightened her posture, yet still faced him.

Lin Sen’s forced laughter was meant to lighten the mood, but instead, it made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Meanwhile, the Jinyiwei and Dongchang guards had made a discovery: late last night, two horse carriages passed westward through the city gate, disappearing thereafter without a trace.

Gao Lingyun had just sent someone to find Chunxin with Xu Zuoyan, while Ye Kaicheng ordered Lu Heng to follow. Though Gao Lingyun wouldn’t be foolish enough to attack Xu Zuoyan again, Ye Kaicheng remained uneasy and wanted to ensure Xu’s safety.

“Haha... then I’ll call you Brother Nan, since everyone else calls you Brother Zhong. I have to be different,” Liao Qing’er clapped her hands, then spoke with some pride.

Lin Sen’s current state was partly due to a careless remark he made earlier. Honestly, he admitted he had been wrong, but pride kept him from backing down.

Hearing this, everyone began to understand a little. Though some were puzzled—was this so-called competitive league truly that important?

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“Is that all?” Cui Bisheng asked skeptically, glancing at Gou Xiaotian. “Did you forget something? Are you really just improvising?”

He shouted wildly, his voice rising from low to high, gradually turning into a roar. His face flushed red, then turned pale blue; his neck bulged as if about to burst. Sweat dripped from his brow, white foam foamed at his lips, and his left fist clenched and cracked audibly.

Saria was left speechless by Ye Zheng’s twisted logic, unsure what to say. Had the lord-level boss really vanished so mysteriously? Or was the intelligence flawed, and the Blood Blade Pirate patrol ship had no such boss at all? Saria was perplexed.

Her master was right—there was nothing strange about failure. She possessed some talent but was not so uniquely brilliant as to never fail even once.

“We can’t worry about that now. We might have been exposed! We must leave first to avoid dragging them down,” Liu Sandao declared, leading the way forward.

Sounds echoed continuously, creating a lively scene. The dignitaries arrived like immortals descending, each with grand spectacle, some accompanied by dragons and divine phoenixes pulling their carriages.

The muscular elder of the Haixun tribe in the transformation realm was startled upon hearing this. He had been locked in fierce combat with Su Bo and hadn’t been able to examine the entire scene with divine sight. Turning his head, he witnessed a sight that filled him with rage.

The Mongols had keenly seized a mistake by the Taiping army, breaching the entire camp in an instant. The Mongol soldiers shouted as they clashed with the Taiping troops near the gate, who, lacking armor, were no match.

This was Bawangmaru’s deadly move, the Fierce Tremor Slash, known for its power to cause severe bleeding even against defense—a notorious trick.

Ian silently withdrew his hand, ignoring Nanian’s displeased expression, and calmly stepped back half a pace.