Chapter 60 Jiang Bai's Politeness

Early the next morning, just as the sky was turning pale, the members of the caravan had already packed up and were ready to set off. Jiang Bai's complexion was much better than the previous night, and her energy had recovered considerably.

Seeing that she was in good condition, Duan Jing felt slightly relieved, but he still did not lower his guard. Throughout the journey, he remained closely by her side, not leaving her even for a step.

The caravan headed north along the official road, galloping rapidly in the direction of Pingcheng. Along the way, they occasionally encountered small bands of roving bandits, but these were easily dealt with by the caravan's guards.

If Smith had truly done that, even if the Underworld Alliance received the news a step later, they probably would not have been able to do much to him. After all, it was impossible for them to directly break ties with the Morgan family over this single matter, right?

Zhongzhu's phone rang. He glanced at it, frowning as he held it in his hand. It was most likely Aunt Qingyu calling, wasn't it? It was time for dinner again, and Aunt Qingyu must have prepared a table full of dishes once more, right?

The energy radiation pushed Yun Wanhua out as she walked in, as if she had been shoved away violently by someone.

The "editing" here does not refer to post-production editing, but rather the editing of movie clips within the brain.

Jiang Guotao was engrossed in tinkering with the tea set in his hands, while Liu Xinghao sat silently on the sofa on the other side.

"Who are you? Do you have the qualification to speak here?" Long Potian did not recognize Xiao Yunfei, and immediately his expression hardened as he shouted sternly.

When did the rain start falling this heavily? I hadn't even noticed. There were far fewer pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a speeding car would churn up the accumulated water on the roadside, splashing it onto the hunched back, neck, and ears of the white-haired old man. Yet, he remained entirely immersed in his endless sorrow.

This matter might not go so far as to be an eternal pain in her heart, but... recalling it still brought a sense of regret nonetheless.

Two black skid marks fifty meters long stretched across the asphalt road, and a thick plume of black smoke rose into the air as the luxury sedan finally came to a halt. The tires were probably very close to being completely ruined.

Musa of the Vulture Nest faction saw that the "King of Nine Nethers" Shangguan Youming was heavily wounded, yet still dared to block the way in front of everyone. Rage flared in his heart, and he brandished his dual short scimitars. The left-hand scimitar swept toward the head of the "King of Nine Nethers" Shangguan Youming, while the right-hand scimitar slashed backward toward his upper back.

Everything was not as she had imagined, nor was it what she had hoped for; all her fantasies vanished like bubbles.

Seeing Lingyue's action and the realization of instant death that appeared, Li Zitiao guessed what she was about to do. Without a word, he silently walked a dozen meters away before stopping to watch her quietly and steadily.

This time coming to the Imperial Wilderness was simply to reunite with his grandmother and older brother, and he did not want to see any more of his family members die for his sake.

The eyes of the nine-headed beast were as cold as blades, and in an instant, it charged into the demonic Qi, countless torrents of beastly might rolling toward Shen Jun, who was suspended above the netherfire.

An internship at Shenglong was a place countless college students would break their heads trying to squeeze into. The company generally did not recruit interns, and Du Yanyan would never have dared to dream of it before. However, now that she had such a powerful cheat by her side, how could she not make good use of it?

"I'm tidying up, what's wrong?" The winter sunlight poured in through the skylight, passing through the man's dark hair and leaving behind a faint shadow. A pale yellow halo wound around him as he slightly lowered his head, revealing the graceful lines of his neck.

With this thought, the spinning energy sphere, from which blood-colored power was gushing out, suddenly sprouted a pair of long wings. Seeing that pitch-black, ink-like color, Shenxing Wuji was stunned. However, this was not the time to be dazed, as the two people in front had already sensed that something was amiss.

Mocking himself apprehensively for this childish thought, Wei Yiesi rolled over and continued staring at the ceiling.

Assuming he were merely a solitary individual, he naturally wouldn't mind clashing with Master Liu. However, he now had parents and family to consider. He could afford not to fear Master Liu, but he had to take his family into account.

Kardashian's voice sounded exceptionally desolate; after all, striking out against her own younger brother was something she still found difficult to bring herself to do.

"How to do it? You must learn to use your body, because right now you are the Heavenly Sword. I will take you to a place, a place that can teach you how to control the power within your body," Wuming said.