Volume 1, Chapter 51: The Return of the King!

Returning to her hospital room, Ji Yunyi finally took out her phone, found Huo Lin on WeChat, and saw that the last message was still the voice note she hadn't listened to yet.

"You found out?"

The voice message played Huo Lin's question.

No particular emotion could be discerned from his tone, but considering the timing, Ji Yunyi could guess what he meant by it.

Ji Yunyi began to type: Yes, I know. I'm sorry, I lost my phone that day and didn't reply to you in time.

Meng Tianxue's inherent pride and aloofness had always been there, except that ever since she first met Lin Fan until now, Lin Fan had hardly given her any opportunity to display it.

At the moment when this celestial radiance burst forth, the two purple bamboo stalks trembled violently, as if they had touched some supreme taboo. That innate suppressive force filled them with terror. Youning, on the other hand, was completely unresponsive aside from being stunned. His eyes were vacant, gazing blankly at the tiny sapling flying out from between his brows.

This was somewhat... Lin Ping almost blurted out that it was going too far, but upon second thought, one of them had tried to seduce him first in hopes of elevating her status through a child.

When Lin Ping took out a night-pearl from his storage pouch to illuminate the surroundings, he abruptly caught sight of Jiang Yixue's pale face, scaring him so much that he almost dropped the pearl.

Red Moon's heart contracted violently, as if gripped by an invisible, massive hand. Her face was etched with shock, yet she was utterly speechless.

Xia Ruohan felt a heartache so profound that she resolved to have just this one child and never let her suffer the tribulations of childbirth again.

The young boy was beaten until he let out continuous, miserable screams, rolling around on the ground, yet he kept his arms tightly wrapped around the steamed bun in his arms, refusing to let go.

Luo Zigui looked at Youning as if seeing him for the first time, finding it hard to believe that Youning could be so arrogant.

The audience in the stands was quite excited by this scene. After all, they had seen plenty of battles involving sword immortals, body cultivators, and qi cultivators in recent days, but had never witnessed one featuring a formation master.

They dared not expose too many of the presiding elder's flaws, yet they could not disregard the facts by blindly whitewashing him or laying it on too thick with the flattery.

Under such circumstances, providing Romaka with a bit of useful intelligence, some serviceable weapons and armor, and a few attendants was already going above and beyond in terms of benevolence and duty.

In the regiment headquarters conference room, Zheng Sanyang was casually chatting with Staff Officer Xu, while two other young men sat quietly to one side, one of them being Leng Feng.

You don't call this high-level? What is a department supervisor? They are the middle tier of a company, and calling them the backbone would be no exaggeration. They report upward to the general manager or president, and downward they manage the staff, shouldering the crucial responsibility of linking the higher-ups with the lower-downs. You ask for a department supervisor right off the bat, are you joking?

Momo sweet doll called out, "Hello, Aunt Xia." Xia樱 looked at Momo, her brows curving into a smile as she laughed.

Because if he wanted to become an Anti-Mage, he needed the ability to identify the categories of spellcasters. At the same time, as a spellcaster himself, he needed a clear understanding of what path he should ultimately take.

The streets in the eastern part of Romen Town differed in width from those in the western part; the western streets were slightly narrower and much more uneven. One wondered if the western district had given up on itself because of its roads, as even the streetlights illuminating the night went out earlier there than in the eastern district.

Hearing that there was a blood ant nest on the ore vein, everyone was initially resistant to the squad leader's order for them to turn back. However, realizing they currently possessed nothing—not even enough grain for the journey back—they had no choice but to follow the squad leader to check it out.

Therefore, in a sense, Fu Yidao and the Fiery Emperor Lion were on the same level. Furthermore, Fu Yidao was blessed with extraordinary talent, and his mastery of cultivation techniques and arts surpassed even that of the Fiery Emperor Lion. Striking while the Fiery Emperor Lion was momentarily distracted and knocking it away was, after all, quite excusable.

Leo sighed inwardly. If those two guards had fallen into the swamp, he would have been able to temporarily shake off his pursuers.

As for himself, after returning to the mountain peak that had been struck by lightning and inhaling a small amount of green spiritual stone powder, he resumed the task of leveling the mountaintop, hoping to unearth more raw gray cement-crusted stones.