Volume 1, Chapter 32: Gatanothor

"Once I participate in the competition, I am afraid I will not have the time to attend to you," Yu You said softly. Although she was still an intermediate spirit talisman master, she had successfully crafted advanced spirit talismans, making her an absolute standout among her peers.

Liu Xie remained silent, turning his head away. The carriage he rode in bore wheel tracks stained red, though it was unclear whose blood had been shed.

"What is that?" The tree of flesh and blood pulsed continuously as if it were alive. Above it, Luo Tianhuan spotted numerous mosquito-like Zerg patrolling back and forth.

Yu You’s voice was not loud, but it was crisp and clear, making those around her feel an inexplicable urge to listen to her continue speaking.

He Yichun was deeply annoyed, but for now, he could only take things one step at a time and attend the dinner to see what kind of scheme they were brewing.

"I understand!" Luo Tianhuan nodded. Even after annihilating so many fleets, he knew this was merely scratching the surface of Abel’s forces and would not significantly alter the overall war situation.

They had originally planned to find ways to suppress the momentum of the rogue cultivators once the affairs at Fire Spirit Valley had quieted down. Little did they expect those cultivators to be bold enough to collide head-on with Jiang Yunqing, only to be taught a harsh lesson and suffer a major defeat.

Having said this, Wu Yue said nothing more. He opened the door and entered the coffee shop to continue his stakeout.

Some might assume the public reprimand was merely for show, a gesture to be forgotten later. Everyone was waiting to see his final decision, as that would determine if the official was truly taking action to appease public anger or merely paying lip service.

Wang Fei and Ziyun did not lag behind, unleashing their abilities. Violent flames and tyrannical purple lightning instantly engulfed Fu Wu, triggering a series of explosions.

"To be able to pass through the Soul-Severing Mountain, one is no ordinary person." Xin Longtu’s eyes gleamed; he was impatient to know who had conquered the mountain.

After Tang Seng and his party left, Wang Xi enjoyed a period of true freedom, though the plot eventually began to drift back toward its original trajectory.

Feng Zhendong and Nalan Qingrong entered the cabin several times, hoping to speak with Lin Tian, but seeing Hu Changtian’s "keep away" demeanor, they gave up and went to stroll on the deck instead.

However, Saber could not spare a moment to explain to Irisviel. She leaned over toward the driver's seat, grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and then extended her left foot to stomp onto Irisviel’s, slamming the brake to the floor.

Had Emiya Kiritsugu not asked, Hisau Maiya would never have wanted to recall that mysterious Heroic Spirit again.

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Ying hurriedly looked up. With the Yin-Yang blade already in hand, he scanned the empty sky in all directions and shouted sharply.

Yes, one must follow the faint traces and clues, seeking out the truth through the smallest of leads. Although the situation was urgent, haste makes waste; one had to reach a densely populated area to find even a glimmer of a sign.

The Azure Sky Hawk could not help but reveal a look of nostalgia. Resting his chin in one hand, he pondered while slowly answering Lin Ying’s questions.

Just as he was silently praying, a surge of vital life force flowed over from Lin Mochen.

Mu Xuan did not know how to play cards, so he returned to his room. After watching them play for a while, I found it uninteresting and went to look for him.

When Yingying and the others brought me to the hospital, Mu Xuan had already arrived. Seeing my condition, he stepped forward, picked me up, and rushed to find a doctor.

Many people immediately seized the chance to excuse themselves and scattered, having no desire to continue watching the spectacle.

Although the person’s translation was not technically wrong, the same meaning expressed through different vocabulary seemed to carry an entirely different weight.

Yin Yunshuang raised her gaze, her expression cold and indifferent. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes deep and aloof, looking down from above. Against the light, her pupils were profound, like a bottomless, frozen pool.

Jiang Chen smiled helplessly at his elder brother, stubbed out his freshly lit cigarette, and hurried to catch up.

Chu Yunxi voiced her concerns; perhaps this was a problem only her "cheap" mother could help her solve.

"Why? I just like looking at you." Tang Wu blinked her large eyes, staring straight at Huo Yunshen.

"I don't know what you are talking about. If you want to fight, then fight; there are fifty moves left." As he spoke, a burst of Yang-attribute energy erupted from his sword.

If Gu Xixi were in front of him right now, he would surely grab her, pin her down, tear away every inch of her clothing, and hold her tightly beneath him.

"..." I was left nearly speechless. I had just been silently congratulating myself on my wit, only to have it blocked back so effortlessly by her.

Seeing her expression, Huang Rong nodded, gesturing toward her direction for Chu Xiong to take a look.

"The String-Puller" actually held another layer of meaning. Among the nobility, there was a tacit understanding: the current Emperor preferred to achieve his goals through conspiracy and intrigue, and many had died in the shadows.

At this moment, a lively figure skipped out from the villa gate, her voice arriving before she did.

Jiang Wanhuan was amused, but for him, no place was an issue. As long as he wanted to, there was nowhere he could not do what he pleased.