Volume 1, Chapter 187: Paving the Way

"How could you even bring someone like that into your home? Aren't you afraid of becoming the laughingstock of others?"
Guan Yue expressed her dissatisfaction, firmly taking Madam Qin's side, especially since Madam Qin was her own aunt.

"Who the hell does he think he is? Acting all high and mighty like a big shot, when he's just a bumpkin, yet still so arrogant!" President Zhang's face looked extremely ugly. Before Wang Zijin had even finished walking down the stairs, he spoke with bitter resentment.

"Director, why don't you order the nearby officers to rush in and make the arrest right now?" a police officer beside Sun Lin asked.

CC had once told me that compared to ordinary spirits, Helisana, the matriarch of the spirit race, possessed far greater value.

"What else can we do? Anyway, I can't stand the Bloodthirsty Guild, and I'm going to wipe them out no matter what." Having figured out the implications, Jiang Feng decided to play the rogue. In truth, Jiang Feng wasn't simply being unreasonable; rather, he wanted to use such an expression to dispel the heavy, inescapable helplessness he felt toward stark reality.

"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this." Zhao Qingwan glanced at Wang Zijin, saying apologetically.

Of course, if she truly despised evil with a passion, she would have detested herself along with it. Unfortunately, her affinity for such things was rooted entirely in amusement and play.

You will find that sometimes, after spending an entire morning making phone calls, the only thing you end up with is a single outcome.

"But I'm not very familiar with the Sanctuary." I was speaking the absolute truth; the Second Elder had stayed in the Sanctuary for so long that even the Holy Emperor's agents couldn't track him down immediately, let alone someone like me.

"Ahem, well, this is the legendary infant fire! What do you think, scared yet? If you're scared, surrender at once!" Xia Yang's spirit body put on a grandiose, pretentious display.

Because the God Clan traversed various planes in search of the Myriad Laws Consciousness, the planes lost their equilibrium and suffered a backlash, causing transmigrators and returners to appear frequently within them as a form of the laws' self-repair mechanism.

After staring in the direction of Beacon City for a moment, he leaped down and dashed wildly all the way down the steep mountain cliff.

Furthermore, he remained in his previous posture, sitting cross-legged on the straw mat as if he had never moved at all.

Guided and controlled by certain peculiar wills, the primary enemies in the eyes of these ferocious beasts were all evolvers. As for other creatures, unless they blocked their path or launched unprovoked attacks, the beasts rarely paid them any mind.

This combat competition center was brightly lit. Most of the spectators were dressed in suits or evening gowns, or at the very least dressed appropriately, with no bizarre outfits to be seen, let alone any paupers.

"How am I talking nonsense? This was said by Master Xuanjing himself!" In her excitement, Yan Ruyi blurted it out.

These few sales associates naturally recognized Ling Chuchu, as she was a regular at their store, visiting almost every month, making her quite a generous patron.

Seeing this figure, the expressions of many believers turned fanatical, though a good number of others still wore looks of doubt.

Holding his weakened beloved, Thor was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure of how to face his enemy. After all, Aiden had destroyed Asgard, a transgression Thor could never forgive.

Plots within this cemetery district were actually exorbitantly expensive—at least for the young Ning Jing, it was a grief so profound that even heartache could not fully describe it.

In the blink of an eye, the person who had been hiding in the shadows, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Brother Dao, fell to the ground with wide-open eyes, dead with eternal regret.

"That final move just now... what did he do?" Nanfeng Wuji, watching the battle, rubbed his eyes hard.

The next day, Mu Ning went deep-sea diving. Surfacing from the water, she removed her oxygen mask and looked toward the man sea-fishing on the yacht.