Volume Two: Bandits Here - Notice of Absence

Returning to my hometown today, I have a mountain of chores to attend to, so I am taking a day off. Thank you for your understanding!

Stumbling and barely regaining his balance, he turned around, ready to unleash a stream of curses, only to see that the person who had bumped into him had already spoken first.

Tonight, having survived the brutal, bloody battle against the tide of corpses, everyone's tension had eased somewhat. Gazing upon the devastated ruins of the village, the crowd could not help but sigh repeatedly, their hearts heavy with regret, sorrow, and dejection.

Immediately following this, as the scene before their eyes flickered, they indeed found themselves standing upon a narrow floating bridge high in the air. It was a path constructed solely of packed earth in the high altitude, only three blocks wide, extending for a mere twenty to thirty meters.

Gifted cultivators began to shout out in indignation one after another. Being top-tier prodigies themselves, how could they possibly endure such humiliation?

The conversation remained steeped in silence once again. After a long while, clear and unhurried, came the tardy voice of Clear. His tone remained gentle, and his words were as polite as ever, yet for some reason, the former warmth had utterly vanished, replaced by an endless, chilling gloom, sounding precisely like the whispers of a demon.

And now, less than a single year had passed, yet virtually everything here remained entirely unchanged.

If he didn't rush into the bathroom right this instant to unleash the primordial energy surging through his entire body, he would undoubtedly be left with psychological scars for the rest of his life.

He slept deeply with his eyes closed, still wearing that blood-red mask. His thick eyelashes cast shadows across his face, his breathing shallow and light, appearing even in his dreams to be... exceptionally vigilant.

Qin Yue could not help feeling a throbbing headache, his head swelling to twice its normal size as if pumped with air. Even though his cerebral meridians had just been forcefully cleansed by the Lingshu True Qi—leaving his mind uncommonly clear at this moment—he still felt somewhat dizzy and completely at a loss for the situation.

She walked slowly toward the pavilion. Ye Weiyang was seated upon a stone stool, upon which rested a pot of wine and two cups, as if he had been waiting for her there all along.

Chu Xichen knew beforehand that she would react this way, yet what he was far more curious about at the moment was what expression she would wear.

Qin Jiang reached out, grabbed the incoming paw, pressed it to his lips, and kissed it, wearing an expression of utter lingering satisfaction.

Without even glancing at the two of them, they vanished in an instant, leaving behind only the inscrutable blue stone as Shenshu and Yulü stepped into the Underworld Palace to gaze upon the bronze mirror used to construct the Reincarnation Secret Realm.

Seeing this, Hao Ningyuan, Dou Zhongyong, Jiang Yan, Li Qianxu, Li Zhensheng, and the others drastically changed expression and rushed forward in a panic.

At this moment, the Ghost Sovereign appeared with three heads and six arms, wielding various magical artifacts. Wang Feng stepped into empty space as the azure bird formed by the Wind Dao materialized beneath his feet, while the gale of ice and fire instantly dissipated the moment the Ghost Sovereign manifested. Confronting the Ghost Sovereign, whose body radiated overwhelming ghostly Qi, Wang Feng dared not lower his guard. Since this was to be a formal duel, there was no possibility of retreat.

He Ge chuckled inwardly. No wonder they were friends; both of them were so fond of giving people nicknames, and each had their own seemingly logical justifications and endless excuses.

Su Xiaojie hung up the phone immediately after speaking, leaving Su Xiaozheng no chance to retort. Consequently, Su Xiaozheng stared miserably at her phone, pondering the words Su Xiaojie had just uttered, concluding that emotional moments were truly fleeting illusions.

However, the leading man in black paid zero attention to Meng Yu's vigilance, continuing his solitary march forward as if heading toward some distant destination.

How could someone of such towering status—a core member of the prestigious Gongming clan and Gongming Hao, who wielded actual authority—show such profound respect toward a mere youth?

Instantly, Shopkeeper He scrambled over like a fawning sycophant, sat down, and gazed infatuatedly at Feng Xiaotao.