Chapter 52: Priorities and Urgency

Much to Xianyu's surprise, Zhuyue was also curious about what the item could be. Lacking the mood to unbox it, Xianyu glanced at her and told her to do it instead.

Ever since an express delivery had turned out to be an injured "suet jade ball," both mistress and maid had developed a psychological shadow regarding packages. The ones they bought themselves were fine, but gifts from others were absolute landmines.

Trembling with fear, Zhuyue first felt the package through the outer wrapping...

Ye Yanghua's identity was shrouded in mystery, and the Qili realm's historical records of his abilities were exceedingly sparse. It could be said that he was an enigmatic figure within the Qili realm.

"Damn it, we've wasted another trip this time without finding a single boss. At this rate, when are we ever going to find any? Can't the guild master come up with another idea?" a warrior in the group complained loudly all the way. Although the others looked equally displeased, they managed to keep their mouths shut.

Xu Jianglun excelled in psychological tactics, turning the people around Gao Cheng one by one into pawns in his murders. How could Gao Cheng simply let him have his way? He was determined to turn those pawns into a backlash blade, and let time reveal whose heart it would ultimately pierce.

To everyone's surprise, when the cotton thread was thrown into the fire, it did not catch fire immediately. Instead, it emitted a series of crisp, crackling pops. After this sound persisted for a brief moment, the cotton thread finally ignited.

Hearing this, Xianglong was somewhat startled. If things were truly as Noru said, their current strength should all be at the Archmage stage. However, upon a second thought, he felt it was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, Mebis was the prophet's master and the creator of a spacetime; making Wendy and the others stronger in a short period was entirely normal.

The corridor was too narrow to accommodate many people. Three shield-bearers stepped forward, pressing their shoulders hard against their heavy shields. They nodded at Peng Shizhe, and Peng Shizhe began to move his feet.

Yet You Chongtong had clearly seen the other's nine tails just a moment ago. At this very moment, he felt as though a realistic iron fist had flown out from a fictitious fairy tale and smashed straight into his face.

"I have also considered this issue. I suspect that the Dragon's Claw intelligence personnel were discovered, which led them to investigate related suspects and consequently exposed our intelligence agents," said the Panther.

Using her spiritual sense to monitor the Yuan family, Quan Shengnan's consciousness stirred upon hearing this. She condensed a talisman and let it fall upon Zhang Hui.

Seeing the Tang army driven back down the city walls once more, Huangfu Weiming jumped in frustration and roared angrily, "Use firebombs to burn them to death!"

At this moment, the fire lotus imprint emitted a faint glow, as if something was about to crawl out from within it.

"Greetings to the Grand Empress Dowager!" Imperial Concubine Mi laughed before she even spoke, letting out several giggles before offering a salute to the Grand Empress Dowager. However, this courtesy was executed with extreme casualness; she merely gave a limp bend of her knees with no intention of kneeling, swaying unsteadily from side to side. Had someone not supported her from the side, Imperial Concubine Mi would have already toppled over.

The old man spat a thick glob of phlegm in anger. Seeing the thick phlegm heading straight for his face, Luffy was so startled that he hurriedly dodged to the side. With a splat, the phlegm stuck to the snow-white wall and slowly oozed downward.

Jin Lufeng frowned, recalling how Bai Zhanji had previously carried a food container into his office, claiming he had done him a huge favor and asking him to treat him to dinner after work. Thinking it was a work-related matter, he hadn't asked for details. Could the problem lie right here?

Having made up his mind, Yan Sicheng did not hesitate and directly led Yang Ming through the back door. Guests were not allowed to casually enter or exit this auction hall, but attendants were not guests; if even attendants couldn't come and go, who would serve drinks and replenish food for those people?

Old Madam Zhong had no desire to waste words with her and beckoned Zhong Ming over. Zhong Ming's expression was extremely grim as he held a piece of paper with faint writing on it. Because of the distance, Ren Jingshu could not see it clearly, but she seemed to read guilt in his eyes.