Chapter 150 Reminder

"Am I dreaming?" Zheng Shuyang asked with a dazed expression as they walked out of the interrogation room.

Gu Zhuo also felt that the whole thing was somewhat surreal.

"Did we really just get a hold of Bai Jianren's Achilles' heel like this?"

This man was slippery. Time and again they thought they had him pinned down, but every single time, he managed to clear his name.

When they interrogated Wang Jiayue, they hadn't held out much hope, figuring that even if she could just provide some sporadic clues, it would be enough.

Cai Xiang seemed intent on dressing Li Qingmu up nicely, but was met with a glare that made her stop instantly. She did not want to make a formidable enemy for herself too early; past bloody lessons had taught her that being too flashy in a foreign land was simply asking for trouble.

"The Empress is not afraid of the Emperor..." Wu Yang lowered his teacup, making a sharp "clank" as he set it down too heavily, cutting off his words.

"Then I will start from the time you fell unconscious." Sun Houji rubbed the bridge of his nose, composed his thoughts, and recalled the bygone years.

He only knew that if a top-tier Saint King were to appear on the other side, the Donglai Sacred Gate would find itself in a very passive position.

Old Fu did not look too good when he said this, and Smith, who had just been slapped in the face publicly, looked even worse. Truth be told, the CIA employing operatives from third-party nations to execute missions was a traditional practice dating back to the Cold War.

"Wait, Young Master Wang's cultivation was clearly just at the eighth stage of Martial Master earlier, how did it jump to the sixth stage of Martial Spirit now? This is just too unbelievable!" Someone widened their eyes, plastered with utter disbelief.

Wang Yin's gaze was incomparably cold, and the chill emanating from his body struck terror into people's hearts. Devoid of the slightest trace of mercy, he looked down upon all living beings like an overlord of heaven and earth.

At this moment, I didn't have the luxury to observe carefully because it was pouring rain outside, and both Yan Qing and I were thoroughly soaked through. It was still March; although it was the season of blooming spring flowers, deep in the mountains of the Qinling range, it was still bitterly cold.

Piao Miaoleng immediately changed his tune and addressed him as Master Wang, and so smoothly and naturally at that. In truth, he had long since investigated Wang Yin's background and knew full well that Wang Yin was using an alias, but he simply chose not to expose it.

"Mister, care to play a couple of rounds?" A Black man walked over, speaking to Xie Dongya in remarkably fluent Mandarin. It seemed this man understood that in places frequently visited by Chinese people, being able to speak fluent Mandarin was a very important skill.

The array was destroyed, and the spiritual energy within the cavern was rapidly diminishing. Sensing this, Qingyun dared not waste even a shred of time; he immediately sat cross-legged to fully absorb the spiritual energy into his body, hoping to seize this opportunity to achieve the third great saturation of spiritual energy in one go.

Seeing Zhang Yang and Tianci arrive, Ma Jie pushed herself up directly from the bed, using what little strength she had left to prop herself up and lean against the headboard. Her eyes lit up when she saw Tianci approach, not expecting to see him again, and she raised a hand to signal the two of them to sit down.

Having already struck this drum once, Qingyun was now well aware that highly sophisticated array restrictions were concealed within the golden drum. Once the first drumbeat sounded, the reverberating sound waves would trigger the restriction, generating a powerful restrictive energy that reinforced the drum surface. Thus, if the drummer wished to strike a second time, they had to muster an even greater amount of energy.

"Yes, sir." Receiving Rhode's order, the messenger hurriedly saluted him smartly, then sprang to his feet and prepared to dash off in the other direction.

Old Xiang reached the summit and sat down because Tianci was currently helping him find the path. At the same time, Old Xiang glanced at the tiger-headed, snake-bodied spirit, which this time smiled slightly and nodded back at Old Xiang to express its friendliness.

Quietly resting on her lap was a snow-white jade rabbit. Between the rabbit's brow hung a blood-red gemstone, which, against the snow-white fur, lent it an otherworldly and mesmerizing aura.

"Thank you, Xiaomeng," Lin Feng said to Wu Xiaomeng, before picking up his helmet and walking towards the spot Suran had pointed out. Having spent so long traveling, he needed to hurry up and get some rest in preparation for entering the game.