Volume 1, Chapter 67: An Unexpected Person

"A one-sided story is not to be trusted."

After waiting painstakingly for Shen Rong to finish, Bai Yundong immediately delivered his verdict.

Shen Rong's throat felt rather dry. If it hadn't been to buy time, she wouldn't have bothered wasting so many words on these colluding individuals.

"It's you." Feng Ruoxi furrowed her brows, looking at Luo Keke in confusion, wondering what she meant by appearing in her hospital room.

"Tell me, Shen Tingchen, were you doing this on purpose? Stirring up trouble out of nowhere just to have me accompany you all morning, with the sole purpose of sharing lunch together?" Bai Nuoer turned around, casting a cold gaze at Shen Tingchen.

It is worth mentioning that the great bell of White Horse Temple could resonate with the grand bell on the city tower of Luoyang, which stood twenty-five miles away. Known as "The Bell of White Horse Responding to the West of Luoyang," it was celebrated as one of the Eight Scenic Views of Luoyang.

Chai Hua raised his wrist to check his watch. There was still one minute left, and his gaze shifted toward the fathomless depths of the boundless, dark ocean.

On either side near the center of the plaza stood a towering ancient tree. Bathed in the golden sunlight, the trees gleamed brilliantly, bearing nameless vermilion fruits that looked as if they were about to drip with juice. Numerous rare and exotic beasts frotted among the branches, occasionally plucking a fruit to eat when tired before resuming their play.

"You? Do you expect me to believe that? What proof do you have?" the president angrily demanded of Lin Yu.

To Lin Yu's shock, the formidable golden character representing imperial decree had no effect whatsoever. It was instantly enveloped by a pale handprint, frozen solid, and finally shattered into countless tiny fragments that vanished into nothingness.

Liu Wei tried to pull Xie Li closer into his arms. Xie Li dared not struggle while on the boat, and secondly, she understood in her heart that the man was pursuing her and felt no aversion to it, so she simply let him have his way and gradually began to cooperate.

Who has ever bathed in the Shahe River with a beauty, sharing a single universe? Who has ever slept beside a beauty in the sunset, deeply intoxicated for two thousand years? Never once did I say I am your speck of dust, yet you remain my Loulan.

Could Wu Di still unleash his power here? It was not quite what the Giant Elephant had imagined; Wu Di simply had no surplus spiritual energy left to cast the Boundless Karmic Fire.

For he saw that the pupils within Wang Hu's eyes had completely scattered... His eyes had turned pitch black, entirely losing the boundary between white and black.

However, Li Feng immediately stepped forward. With great composure, he chose to forego securing the last hit to maintain his health at maximum.

Although rumors outside claimed that Bai Tang practiced some formidable secret arts, Jinlan knew for a fact that this person did nothing of the sort.

These twenty-seven or eight individuals all radiated auras above the Flame Severing realm, which was utterly terrifying.

Though her expression remained calm, Bai Tang inwardly felt a twinge of regret as she pulled the quilt over to cover Cong Huai's body.

"Thus, the Gate-Guarding Clan was born. Their unique traits happened to allow them to cooperate with the Heavenly Gate to a certain extent, preventing those inside from coming out," said the Lord of Chaos.

Li Feng hesitated for a moment over whether to invest prestige points to enhance his Gragas techniques, secure a match victory, and guarantee the quality of the mission reward. But considering that SKT and a best-of-five series still awaited him further down the line, he managed to restrain himself.

"You mean those energies were transferred elsewhere, or perhaps absorbed by something?" Tianhuo Venerable asked with astonishment.

Xu Yanguan's current identity was something Liu Fufeng could roughly guess. Once the appointed time arrived, they would step out from behind the scenes and into the light.

"Frances, aside from the matter concerning Lord Surrey... I will do my best to grant your other requests." Isabella nodded, and in her heart, this was truly what she thought. Faced with Henry VIII, who was resolute in purging his political rivals, she could only watch helplessly as the Earl of Surrey walked to the scaffold.

After all, being entrenched in officialdom and lacking any deep personal ties between them, one had to mind their methods and manners. They could not be overly blunt or directly ask what was on their minds, yet they still had to make their intentions clear, thereby leaving some leeway for both sides in the subsequent conversation.