Volume One, Chapter 110: Secretly Growing Close-True Heiress from the Seventies: Why Are You Panicking When I Head to the Countryside?(Bright and luminous moon)

Tell me—what is going on between Su Ningxia and Qin Zhaochuan? How did they end up getting married? Why didn’t you write to tell me about this?

Although it was for the Purple Maple Divine Realm, for their own homeland, no matter how pleasant and righteous the excuse sounded, in truth they were still invaders and plunderers.

Looking at that mountain range, Ye Fantian’s brow furrowed slightly. Especially after seeing that enormous black mountain, a powerful ripple stirred in his expression.

At the thought that he had nearly suffered irreparable injuries from Ye Fantian’s strike, the Dragon Prince’s anger began to surge uncontrollably.

If anyone was to blame, it was that damned plague. Once infected, a person would never truly recover, even after leaving New York, and there was still the possibility of infecting others.

At this moment, a faint violet radiance shimmered around Mei Xuelian’s body. It was not bright, yet it gave off a profoundly mysterious feeling, while what Pan Yuhong sensed instead was a very intimate pull.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky. Beneath its dazzling light, the figures flashing past below were reflected in drops of crystalline sweat, scattering brilliant beams, yet for some reason there was always an inescapable black mist shrouding them. Some things had long since been fated.

If they had struck the roots of the Divine Sakura Tree a couple more times back then, perhaps Raiden Makoto would not have been able to sit still either.

Still, one of them belonged to Shrek City and the other was a citizen of the Star Luo Empire, so naturally they did not care too much about the identity of the Heavenly Soul Princess.

Jian Junyi had originally wanted to use the chance to draw a little closer to her, but he had not expected her mind to be filled with question marks. The way she looked like a curious little girl was adorable and captivating.

As a massive rift formed in the void, like the maw of a demon, it swallowed Ye Fantian in an instant.

Marshal Mu wore a strange expression. Escorting the princess of the Frenzied Dragon Empire here for sightseeing? On the frontier, where armies marched and battles were fought, and they were treating it like a pleasure trip? Was this a joke?

Now that a fair and open opportunity stood before him, how could he not know how to cherish it?

Long Fengli stared in stunned disbelief. The Returning Spirit Dragon Roar Palm? How could that be? Since when had Young Master Tianming obtained this martial skill from our imperial house?

But if one looked at it another way, if they truly ignored it and let the real culprit slip away, what face would they have left to meet their wife and child in the afterlife?

Dong Shuqiang rushed over to Jiang Hanying’s place in a flurry. Seeing no one around and knowing business was slow, he got straight to the point: “Hanying, what’s wrong? Tell me whatever it is. I’ll do anything I can, and even if I can’t, I’ll still find a way.”

Besides, Yusheng—tell me, is it better to have a mother or not? Let’s not even talk about whether she was a stepmother. Even his own mother didn’t leave him behind and walk off alone, did she?

As that final thought faded from his mind, Mo Feng, the strongest of the three peerless True Cultivators, let his head fall to the ground. It rolled a few times, and his face was still full of bewilderment.

“Well... let everything take its course, then. As long as it doesn’t do us any harm right now, that’s enough.” Aios chuckled.

Seeing the two True Cultivators already approaching their airship, Lu Yu gave a cold smile. With a beckoning gesture, a formless current of vital energy surged from his body. The people nearby only felt a gentle breeze pass by, and then a huge sword that had been leaning in a corner of the cabin floated lightly over and landed in the Third Young Master’s hand.

As that fierce collision erupted, the force it unleashed drove the people below to retreat far away. Several elderly men with weaker cultivation could not even endure the sound of the clash overhead; they clamped their hands over their ears, their faces filled with shock.