Chapter 50: The Black Panther Doll

Although the filming angle deliberately avoided this scene, Wen Li was still able to deduce it from the spliced footage before and after.

"Look here, this is the guide's spiritual power." The pink light was extremely faint and would go unnoticed without close observation.

"A part of the guide's spiritual entity is right here." A pink dolphin tail flashed past swiftly.

Qi Min asked with puzzlement, "Isn't it completely normal to have a guide's spiritual entity on the battlefield? Though it is indeed a bit strange for a spiritual entity to be this far away from its master."

In the end, Qian Mo's ashes were scattered into the sea—the very same seaside he and Ouyang Yingqi had visited before his death. This was his dying wish. Perhaps he had long since anticipated that he would be unable to keep his promise to Ouyang Yingqi, hoping only that whenever she came here, she would think of him, as if he were still by her side.

Xuan Ming raised an eyebrow slightly, gazing at Yan Tao's face, which seemed somewhat different from usual. Without speaking, he directly raised his hand and cut off the communication.

Ouyang Yingqi looked at Qian Mo's parents with tear-filled eyes, while they, at that moment, stared back at her in a mixture of astonishment and despair.

"That's enough, Ouyang Yingqi, we're going back." Nangong Lin-yi pulled Ouyang Yingqi up with a dark expression and walked toward the mountain. The romantic atmosphere vanished instantly with the appearance of the cockroach.

"I said go, so you go." Ye Yuqing said to him very loudly. There was no help for it; she was just that straightforward, and besides, Ouyang Shanglie was the first boy she had ever invited to eat.

Ling Bao, who had been ignored by everyone, wore an embarrassing expression. With a cold snort, he followed after them.

Cuiding Palace was a remotely located palace. Judging by its layout, it must have once been an extremely exquisite palace, but it had clearly been uninhabited for many years and was now deserted.

"It seems we cannot count on Griffin's help after all. What should we do?" Hu Yan asked helplessly along the way.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Watching you like this makes me feel stuffy just for you." Ji Wan said half-jokingly.

It was as if what she was looking at was not her own chaotic territory, but merely an ordinary picture.

Yan Yue felt helpless once more. She could only peel a segment of an orange and bring it to her lips, taking a bite before intending to put it back on the table. However, upon raising her head and seeing the old man glaring at her with lifeless eyes, she immediately braced herself and forced down two more bites. Hearing the old man let out a sigh of satisfaction, she finally placed the remaining sweet orange on the table.

"May I ask if Madame has come into contact with stagnant water in the wild at any time over the past ten years?" Master Hua asked earnestly.

The true essence within the mineral vein was sucked into the spirit treasure, the Primordial Chaos Soul-Devouring Pearl, like a turbulent sea struggling for supremacy, and then, passing through Feng Fan's body, continuously poured into the countless low-grade crystal jades floating around him.

"Is that so?" Ye Li nodded cooperatively. She had no wish to know about the secrets of these wealthy and powerful families, but judging by Mrs. Liu's attitude today, listening seemed to be unavoidable.

"As you command!" A household servant immediately acknowledged the order and went outside to look for the source of the commotion. A short while later, he brought in Mingyu and an elderly nanny.

Yun Muyang felt that he was merely giving his parents a graceful way out. He held Jenny in his heart and was simply incapable of loving anyone else, yet he did not wish to reject his parents' kind intentions nor anger the two old people once more. Therefore, regardless of whether he was willing to attend this meal or not, he conducted himself with utmost grace.

"Give me a bulletproof vest." Fu Xueyao said to an armed police officer; she intended to enter the mountains to conduct the search personally.

In the moonlight, the man's disheveled hair danced wildly, his strides carried the wind, moving like flashing light and sweeping shadows. As he raised his eyebrows and flicked his sleeves, it was as if pure white snowflakes were flying about.

Yan Yue felt only a gust of palm wind sweeping past. Terror, fear, and a sharp pain in her chest struck her once again. Before she could utter a word, Yan Yue had already fainted.

The old village chief looked at Yang Biao, then looked at Dong Jian, and finally pondered for a moment before saying, "I won't interfere with anything else; the decision must be left to A-Ying. A-Ying, come out and make your choice." In truth, the village chief found such matters extremely agonizing; to put it bluntly, he was merely a mediator here.