Chapter 52: Director Panda Holds a Meeting

Junichiro Takagi exhaled deeply. Even a celestial being would grow weary after poring over maps for so long. Yet, the discipline of a soldier forbade him from indulging in overt signs of fatigue—no yawning, no stretching.

Fortunately, each of them possessed considerable strength, allowing them to endure the overwhelming, soul-stirring pressure that hung in the air. As they continuously absorbed the frenzied energy around them, their powers slowly but steadily increased, inching toward the pinnacle realm, though not yet reaching the imperial stage.

Bai Rushuang’s unusual behavior caught Wang Jie’s attention. Looking down, Wang Jie saw Bai Rushuang’s brows furrowed tightly, as if something troubled her deeply. Concerned, he gently grasped her delicate hand.

Jing Xiang had to carefully consider what kind of person Li Ye was. From Li Ye’s character and demeanor to how he treated those around him, even down to whether his chief concubine was beautiful or had particular interests, all came flashing through Jing Xiang’s mind.

Lei Yu did not immediately attempt to unravel the formation. Instead, he produced a jade slip and meticulously recounted the intricacies and insights of the formation, recording them for future study.

The entire day, my spirits were exceptionally high. I often found myself staring at something with a silly smile. Seeing my strange behavior, Agate thought I had been shocked by something, so she barely spoke to me all day. I paid no mind to her odd glances, still joyful at the thought of seeing Sisi in the near future.

Xuanming looked toward the sound and saw a small fragment of metal fall at his feet. Bending down to pick it up, he recognized it as a concealed weapon belonging to Jinse. How had it ended up on him? Suddenly, he recalled what Jinse had told him the previous night and understood her meaning—she intended to sacrifice herself to save him.

In that moment, Minglong etched Jinse deeply into his heart. He wanted to wait until he was like her before confessing his feelings. Yet when that moment came, he saw Jinse’s heart was filled only with Xuanming. His chance had long vanished.

Though there were no red candles or the Heaven and Earth talisman, everything around was bathed in a fiery red glow. Even Ye Feng was stunned, unaware of Linghu Yixue’s thoughts tonight or where she had obtained such items.

Seeing Xuanming so at ease, Minglong couldn’t help but lie down beside him. With nearly an arm’s length between them, Minglong turned his head to glance at Xuanming, who rested with eyes closed, then placed his hands behind his head and gazed upward at the sky.

Taking advantage of this excuse, Xiao Renyuan chose such a place to invite three young women over.

As time passed, each peak took turns selecting people, but no one chose Fang Xingbao.

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“What are you thinking about, your eyes sparkling?” Qiao Xianyun, noticing Man Jing’s bright gaze, gently stroked her hair and softly asked into her ear.

After finishing the wontons, Luo Qianfan asked the shop owner if he still kept dogs. The owner replied, “Of course, but fewer now; they’re useless, just money down the drain.” Luo Qianfan then suggested going to see the dogs.

“A confined reporter! ‘Confined’ means like a pigpen or sheepfold!” Lu Mingyue spoke with mounting anger, frost thickening on his face as his words twisted his skin grotesquely.

Yet she didn’t consider Xianyun’s attitude—he clearly ignored her, not even sparing her a glance.

Man Jing wanted to decline, but Xue Hai was determined to invite them, so the group ended up at the town’s state-run restaurant.

He spoke as he manifested a slender silver chain and fastened the pendant around his neck.

Monsters from the Kingdom of Kennesia acted without any discernible pattern, yet their next moves were unpredictable. They relentlessly assaulted Sols’ monster forces, using sheer numbers to encircle them and launch ceaseless consecutive attacks.

Qian Hanliang could not handle Robin alone, but in a team fight, Robin always had subordinates. The Six Yin Demons could rival the four great protectors of Toroni. Moreover, the strongest among the protectors, Yang Xuan, had fallen behind. Qian Hanliang had no choice but to call Yang Wang to help his father rejoin the battle.

Brother Ba was young, lighting a cigarette with a grin as he approached, casting a quick gaze—some old, some young—and his eyes lingered long on Long Jiao and Han Bing before finally moving away.

When he saw the incoming call on his phone screen, his expression darkened suddenly, his eyes deep and cold as a hellish abyss.

The appearance of this giant crocodile, Soton, stirred whispered discussions among the crew of the Great Gorge. After all, it was their first encounter with a crocodile-shaped creature.

After Wu Weiyi finished speaking, he refrained from further comment. Prince Jiang’s convoy resumed its journey toward the palace.

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Especially since Wu Tianming was beaten down to a mere breath, when returned home, his grandmother came looking for trouble, escalating the matter all the way to Gu Junyan.

Thousands upon thousands of broken swords flew simultaneously toward Qin Ming. At the same time, without Qin Ming’s awareness, the bloodline power of the fourth realm activated to its utmost.

Gu Junyan snorted lightly, no longer troubling him, casually opening a folding fan. Su Yunlai noticed a burn scar on his right hand.

Unfortunately, the person delivering the food only glanced at her briefly, set down the food box, and left.

Ye Fan tilted his head back, nearly straining his neck, finally recognizing the classmate’s face—it resembled Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind from Water Margin.

Her slender figure seemed like a leaf drifting on an autumn breeze, lightly falling down.

Inside her courtyard, after carefully checking that no one was around, she lowered her voice and executed the sleeve shake, spin, and backward glance with precise rhythm.

Jia Shennai took a deep breath; even now, it still felt like a fleeting dream.

She somewhat understood why editors became furious near monthly deadlines.

She was a low-level fire fox, robes blazing red, radiantly beautiful; he was a disciple of the head of the cultivation sect, clothed in plain white, gentle and refined.