Chapter 64: Whose Man's Bathrobe Is This?

Outside the car, Chu Yan watched Shang Linyuan’s taillights vanish into the night. Suddenly, she slammed her fist hard against the seat, her eyes surging with intense jealousy.

For seven years, she had accompanied Shang Linyuan for seven years, believing she was only a single step away from this man.

Meanwhile, as Nie Feng was heading down the mountain, he abruptly spotted a Shura Hall disciple clad in a black robe and wearing a bronze mask over his face, escorting a battered, severely injured man whose features were unrecognizable up the mountain. Seeing that the surroundings were deserted, Nie Feng morphed into a gentle breeze, instantly darting out to position himself right in front of the two figures.

It was not difficult to gather from Jiang Chen’s tone that Wang Yan had apparently suffered a setback at Jiang Chen’s hands, specifically a stealthy, humiliating slap to the face.

A smile touched Chen Qiang’s lips as he raised his hand and pinched the empty air. A sword materialized from nothingness, firmly caught between his fingers. "So this is what a hidden sword looks like; it truly has some merit." Not to mention, this white sphere was indeed a supreme talent for cultivation, though she had been spoiled rotten, which was why she threw her weight around and bullied others.

With a deafening crash, the man in black actually used nothing more than the single-edged saber in his hand to block such a ferocious strike from Zhou猛. Although it kicked up countless ripples of turbulent air, it completely halted Zhou Meng's advance, rendering him unable to push forward even an inch.

"Alright then, I will meet them. Help me fix my hair," Lady Yueran smiled radiantly.

"What's more, suppose your father refuses to let you marry a man who already has so many wives, what would you do? On one side is the father who raised you through all those hardships, and on the other is the man you deeply love. How would you choose between the two?" Chen Yidao asked again.

"This should be completely fine, right? This was worn by a certain Western empress, and it's encrusted with countless diamonds and crystals," He Qing asked Chen Yidao with every item she picked up.

Yet, upon second thought, Nie Feng felt a shred of fortune amidst it all. In the current situation, Nie Feng, Huo Ling, and Wang Hui were completely in the dark regarding the lower levels of the pagoda, whereas Yue Lan and Head Steward Liu clearly possessed knowledge of the conditions below. Wouldn't it be ideal to use this as an excuse to travel together, at least until they reached the fifth layer?

Rushing frantically along the way, they galloped on horseback. How could physicians who usually remained secluded within their courtyards ever endure such a pace? The moment they dismounted outside the inn, they collapsed onto the ground and began to retch uncontrollably, which explained why Prefect Wang had specifically used the word "carried" in his instructions earlier.

Qiu Jing suddenly threw her arms around Chen Yidao, saying with intense excitement, "Brother Dao, I'm going home with you!" With a soft smack, she planted a kiss on his cheek.

Somewhere in the ethereal realm, Aina had originally believed she would simply perish as her meridians withered away. She had already accepted that fate when she first invoked the Grace of Life. Gazing at the gloomy, shadowy forest surrounding her, she murmured, "Am I still alive?" Who was that man whose image had reflected in her eyes at that exact moment?

When Feng Liuzi and Laden appeared once more, they had already landed upon the surface of the moon.

Within the base, the status of dual-attribute supernatural beings was far lower than that of single-attribute ones. Yet, Ye Qi possessed combat prowess of such formidable magnitude.

How was it that she and Xue Linglong were bound by such an inescapable fate? Even after fleeing all the way from the Dragon Flame Kingdom to the borders of the Three Kingdoms, why couldn't she rid herself of the name Xue Linglong?

The sky above this entire region suddenly shifted in color, and boundless rosy clouds washed over the vast expanse of mountains in a dazzling array of brilliant hues. Lingling gazed up at the sky, cast a worried glance toward the stone chamber, and then directed the mutated animals to retreat deeper into the mountain ravine. Even if the heavenly tribulation struck, that location would remain relatively safe.

Hao Liancheng seemed to be speaking to himself, while the massive black snake coiled to the side slowly nodded its head.

Long Feimo offered a nonchalant smile, turned over, and gently closed his eyes. Yet amidst this extreme sensation, a sudden trace of emptiness welled up within him.