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"Let's not rush this matter. Today is the welcoming banquet—everyone should eat and drink their fill before discussing anything else," Lin Jie said with a smile, leading Meng Xinya straight to Fang Cailing and the others to introduce them.

A chilly night breeze brushed past, yet Bai Qianyu remained standing in place, her expression cold as she gazed at Greedy Wolf on the opposite side. She had no intention of replying.

Fish and shrimp, vegetables and fruits—all were tossed into the pot to stew together. Lin Jie's movements were seamless and fluid, leaving Pete beside him once again both amazed and alarmed. If he didn't trust his master's skills absolutely, he would have thought this was reckless improvisation.

"We can't wait any longer; the trenches and earthen walls ahead will only increase our casualties during the assault," Dylan said anxiously.

To distract herself, Siyu looked up at the students gathered in the open space; they were still immersed in the awe left by the Purple Emperor.

Walking along, it seemed this place was more developed than the Morning Country, and beggars were almost nowhere to be seen—the city appeared prosperous and flourishing.

But Su Wan had learned nothing; her words now sounded weak and unconvincing.

"Impossible! That accurate?" The Purple Emperor quickly glanced at the dragon's head—yet the old man still stood there, unmoving as ever.

With this in mind, she didn't rush to break with Lin Han. The birthday feast was already being served, so she arranged for everyone to be seated.

If she lost this bet, opening another restaurant in the future would be no simple task.

"Please, go ahead!" Rosie felt the outcome of the final match didn't matter, so she simply didn't care.

By the time the Central Authority reacted, Lei Yuan had already chosen to withdraw, avoiding the main forces led by the Central Authority and instead attacking the other counties and states.

After leaving the room, he explained the situation inside to the security outside and told them to bring in some food, clothes, and other necessities. If those two needed anything, they were to be given it.

Hong Chen knew he had made the wisest decision of his life—choosing Bai Feifan.

Beck didn't have time to dwell on the strange sensation; he turned his attention to the spatial rings, eager to see what treasures or useful items might be stored within.

After Ji Kai finished speaking, he hoisted the wooden chest onto his shoulder and left. Once out of the valley, he broke into a run. Only when he sensed no one nearby did he find a secluded spot, store the chest in his storage ring, and finally relax.

Thankfully, after so many years, due to the martial arts manuals, no one outside the Shu family in Wind Thunder City had ever reached the peak of the Qi realm.

Golov let out a hysterical roar and ran for his life, frantically moving his legs. In that moment, he truly managed to shake off most of the deathly energy clinging to them.

Ba Qingsheng, wild as an enraged bull, charged at Whitebrow, a powerful sense of danger prickling Whitebrow's spine.

Bai Feifan picked up the glowing candy—his newfound power was clearly connected to this thing.

Underfoot, an earth-shattering force pressed down, causing the ground to collapse. The original nine-meter pit instantly became deeper, breaking through the old barrier and forming an unprecedented eleven-meter chasm.

After hurriedly eating dinner, Liu Fei returned to his room, lay on the bed, and stared blankly into space, lost in thought.

The Han family was only a middle-tier clan in Chongyang City. Their strongest member was an aging patriarch at the peak of Foundation Establishment—his lifespan nearly spent, and his strength weaker than some in the late Foundation stage.

The more proficient one's control over their abilities, the stronger and more solid their attacks would be, as every ounce of power could be fully unleashed.

In truth, he had never forgotten about this matter, for he clearly remembered that the man had threatened to settle the score with him as he fled.

They entered the triple-layered tomb, encountered members of the Iron Sword Sect, and found them exploring a burial chamber. But the group was trapped inside by members of the Black Fiend Hall. Because of Tie Miaojun, Zhuo Tian saved them, but was chased by both the Tie family and the Black Fiend Hall. Guided by the White Spirit Beast, he entered the Luo Hui Sword Formation, reaching the sixth level of the tomb directly.

Yet he was unaware that, using exchange credits, he was still in the courtyard, sipping orange juice, eating grapes, quietly enjoying himself.

Liu Fei edged forward once more. The two exchanged a glance and, cooperating well, each pulled a pistol from their coat and tossed it aside.

Over there, Yu Pianpian and Young Master Feng seemed to have hit it off famously, completely unaware of what was happening here. Out of the corner of his eye, Floating Cloud Warmth kept watching the two; Young Master Feng gave him an indefinable sense of strangeness, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

In an instant, myriad thoughts flashed through Ju Zhenyan's mind, while Zhuo Tian's sword energy appeared before him.

Yuan Qi, already writhing in pain, suddenly contorted his face, his eyes bulging red as if bloodworms crawled beneath the skin, his features twisted with agony.

Hua Ping smiled and led her inside, while Madam Sun and Madam Li watched with envy in their eyes, wanting to follow but lacking the courage to act without the matriarch's command.