Volume One, Chapter 78: Departure, The End!
After finishing her breakfast, Jiang Ning returned home, placed the ring she had retrieved under running water and washed it thoroughly, then dried it with a tissue, snapped a photo, and sent it to Lu Cheng. After all, it belonged to someone else. If it wasn’t unwanted but simply lost here by accident, it wouldn’t be right to just throw it away. She was an adult now; there was no need to vent her anger on a ring.
Jiang Ning: Should I mail it to you?
Lu Cheng replied instantly: Keep it.
Jiang Ning: I don’t want it.
The incident at the burial ground had shocked them all for quite some time. After a lengthy investigation, they finally concluded that the other members of the Loli Mercenary Group—such as Qiu Luoling, Fire of Tianshui, and Naive Loli—were not worth worrying about.
Yet, he hadn’t expected his slap to be caught by Gongsun Ju before it could land.
Prothius continued to send a voice transmission: “Yaoguang, you’re mistaken. Who said only wanderers who have mastered the laws of time can affect time itself?”
With that, Ezbaira raised her head and drained her cup. Dongfang Chen, puzzled but unwilling to show it, had no choice but to join her in a toast.
Upon landing, it immediately adapted to gravity—or rather, it had already become accustomed to gravity in the womb and understood the difference between up and down.
Dongfang Chen said gravely, “They’re here—just two of them, likely Kazira and Tukelas. The other wardens are probably on their way. Don’t let your guard down.”
“Mom, Aunt, I was just telling Yang Mo how much I wanted to come back,” Zheng Xiujing clung to her mother’s arm, acting coy as they walked.
Yang Yi let go of Bai Renxin and looked down from above. “How about a bet? Let’s see who gets knocked down first. The loser bows and apologizes, shouting ‘I was wrong’ three times.” Without waiting for a response, Yang Yi pulled out his phone and made a call.
There was no way that Overpowering Unmatched hadn’t noticed Wandering with the Wind’s changed attitude these last few days, but instead of reflecting on himself, he blamed everything on Yun Ling.
As soon as the head poked out, a shrill cry erupted—a cry that was not human.
“Lin Meng, we’ve flown for five days and nights without encountering any danger. There’s nothing to worry about,” another subordinate said.
But for Ye Xian, improving his cultivation level wasn’t the most important thing for now—perfecting his Boundless Maha was.
The commentators all agreed that Long Xing’s choice for the bottom lane was sound.
One by one, the prepared jade stones were placed on the altar—twelve in total—fixed by the two of them in specific spots, merging seamlessly with the altar itself.
Before long, three fire crows flew out from the golden wheel, circled high in the air for a moment, then blocked the exit of the mountain hollow.
“I know, it’s just in their yard,” Tao Yaoyao said, holding Weiwei’s demon core in one hand and her magically transformed clothes in the other. Hearing Cheng Zijin’s words, she replied with satisfaction.
The fateful duel between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng atop the Forbidden Peak hadn’t begun yet; in fact, word of it hadn’t even spread. That was good news for Ye Xian.
Yet even if he only wanted to summon the White Bird God, that was beyond what Zhang Shiping could manage right now—it would still require the power of the Taiyi God.
Li Xunhuan frowned. He had held back with that last strike, hoping the Shaolin monk would realize the difficulty and withdraw. Sadly, things hadn’t gone as planned.
Two talent scouts entered first. After a brief exchange of courtesies, Cheng Xiao was the first to step into the president’s office, with Ziyu close behind.
But Xiao Yao, with just one hand, effortlessly grasped the longsword without sustaining so much as a scratch himself, leaving everyone incredulous.
The bloodied clubs were all cleaned away, the ground swept, and fresh soil quickly scattered. Were it not for the lingering scent of blood in the air, no one would ever guess what had just taken place here.