23 "Sealing the Union"

The hour was still early, so Lin Zhao chatted a while longer with her old classmate. With popsicles to ward off the heat and the shade to stand in, it was at least bearable.

"You have changed so much compared to before," Lin Zhao said, her expression full of admiration and her tone light and uplifted.

Faced with such appreciation from a great beauty, Guo Meizhu didn't know where to put her hands or feet.

"I—I have?" the girl, usually so sharp and spirited at work, asked, feeling flustered.

"Yes, you have. You glow with confidence now," Lin Zhao said, her eyes earnest.

Ying began to sip slowly. After the very first taste, he felt this was the best coffee he had ever had. It was neither too sweet nor too bitter, but rich in aroma. It left a lingering, endless aftertaste.

The pterosaur grew increasingly exhausted; endurance had never been its strong suit. It should have retreated decisively after its first failed ambush on the Potato Man.

The fierce battle raged on. From the dazzling clash of holy swords and icy halberds that sent sparks flying, to the raw, adrenaline-fueled collision of fists and flesh, the two had fought hundreds of rounds over the span of two hours, both sustaining various degrees of injury.

He had even gifted him a master-level Nascent Soul expert like the Northern Girl; if there were no danger involved, you could bet he wouldn't have been so generous.

Even as a mid-level Soul King, it was impossible for his martial soul to condense into a physical form, let alone detonate it from hundreds of meters away; it was completely beyond his foresight.

Leng Hai said, "The reason I asked you to meet me here was to wait for her. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure myself. You go, let me try first."

Rain fell in sheets. The three burly men opposite could not clearly see Ye Xuan’s expression, but from his trembling frame, they knew—Ye Xuan was afraid! "Hahahaha! If you kneel down and call us 'Master,' I might consider letting you off with a few less stabs!"

This time, Mu Feng calmed down. He scrutinized his surroundings carefully. By now, the Four Directions had returned to their original positions. Everything was starting over from the beginning.

"That nuclear bomb you gave me, does it really have the power of a full-force strike from a Tier 3 creature?" Asha suddenly asked Luo Ke via telepathic transmission.

Before long, Lin Yong could even hear the rumbling of a helicopter circling in from the circular opening.

Only after hearing what the monk Faxiang had to say did Su Huai understand why Master Wuwei had sent him to protect the Iron-Bone Ginseng; it turned out they shared such a connection.

The seawater, originally pitch-black, cold, and dense, underwent a subversive change in Xintian’s eyes.

"Hello, I'm a friend of Zheng Qing's. Could you tell me where she's working now?" Han Ke dialed the number for the person named Zhu Qianqian.

Upon hearing this, Shen Tianxing paused for a moment and said, "Feng'er, you and your wife shall receive Valley Master He on my behalf. Treat him well; I shall return shortly." Now that Su Huai had arrived, Shen Tianxing wanted to see him with his own eyes to set his mind at ease after months of worry.

"It was almost the only thing you ever gave me, and in the end, it’s gone," Fendai murmured softly, biting her lip.

"Uncle Zuo, I wish you smooth sailing in your career and many more promotions." I raised my glass and clinked it against Uncle Zuo's.

Was it already dusk? In that false world, he had lingered for nearly an entire day.

"Hmph, who’s looking at you, you charcoal-head?" Lin Yuwan was deep in thought when Chu Huaiyu’s teasing interrupted her, and she snapped back without a second thought.

With a flick of his wrist, the dagger sliced through the death-sworn’s back, leaving a terrifying, four-to-five-centimeter-long wound from which bright red flesh spilled out, blood still flowing freely.

At this moment, Lu Yunfeng looked at the others. Seeing that no one had any objections, the battle commenced just like that.

She confirmed her suspicions and waved for those around her to retreat, but the four maids, led by Baiguo, remained unmoved. Bai Fuling sneered inwardly as she watched Cui Zhenyi staring at Baiguo and the others, wanting to speak but hesitating. She glanced back at them, and the other three maids withdrew, leaving only Baiguo behind.