Chapter 100: Yielding

Lu Qingqing was not foolish; she understood the meaning behind his words.

"Young Madam, I do not like indecisive people," the man said, his gaze full of threat. He sat beside Lu Qingqing, yet his tone was anything but polite.

Lu Qingqing said softly, "Your subject's wife understands. So ever since I hosted the Ninth Prince at that banquet last time, I have..."

Many on the island who had been troubled by the great tribulation saw Changfeng's calm expression and, without realizing it, began to relax.

Although no one knew why this ancient Spirit Transformation cultivator from the south would travel to Great Jin, the cultivation holy land of the mortal realm, they all faintly sensed the pressure of a storm gathering on the horizon.

She tore open her throat and screamed for help through the window with all the strength she had ever possessed in her life.

Then, from the street outside, came the thunder of hooves and the dense clatter of armor.

Once outside the city, beneath a sky strewn with starlight, the Flying Cloud Horse neighed, reared up, and then chirped as it trod straight up toward the starry heavens, soaring into the sky.

At the time, he had been worried about Linghu Bai's safety, and when he looked over, he just happened to catch the other man turning back and winking at him.

At that moment, a faint yellow light flashed above its head, but under the bright lamps it was so inconspicuous that it was easy to miss.

A moment before, he had still been thinking he could fight without restraint, but he had underestimated Gun Gun's strength.

The power released by this fused spiritual pattern seemed to be pulling the spiritual energy below it, trying to break through his seal.

If it were like in a movie, and he were sent in as an undercover agent, he would probably be exposed on the very first day.

I did not understand it, but when I thought of how Sun Qiang had lived in fear because of it, and how I had nearly followed in his footsteps, anger welled up in me.

"Xiaoxiao, you can call me Grandfather. I am of the same generation as your grandfather." The old man looked very old, yet his energy was abundant and his voice was loud and ringing.

In other words... The two of them looked down in terror, only to see that the furry face on the ground also wore an expression of fear, its dilated pupils fixed straight behind them.

The fat commander saw that something was odd here and had originally intended to keep a low profile. Unexpectedly, when he heard the gate soldier's price, he bristled at once.

By then, Qi Tianyang's tone had once again returned to calm. He took my hand in his and gently kneaded it as he continued to explain.

However, that one step Luo Xiaoyan had taken on Zhou Hao seemed to have left him badly hurt; he was grimacing in pain for a long time before he finally came to himself.

Only then did I remember that the few times I had seen him before had all been in places without sunlight. He was already dead, so it was only natural that he could not face the light.

But precisely because of that, once Shangguan Lan left with Ye Luo, she would probably not be able to see her family for a long time.

When Xiao Chen faced Ning Xia's smile, his expression actually went a little blank. After a long while, he seemed to draw in a deep breath, then pressed his lips together, looking as if he had just caught the scent of some delicacy he could only long for. "I want to make a pinky promise with you," Xiao Chen said, sounding somewhat childish.

"You... if the Divine Martial Blood Pool were not about to appear, I would tear you in two to vent the hatred in my heart!" Ouyang Shaoyu said coldly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Xiahou Yong exhausted every means he could to pry loose a few scraps of information, only to learn that the Sea Heir had entered the capital by way of the Grand Canal and taken the throne, and that the best chance to seize power had already been lost.

"My apologies, my apologies! I had thought Lord Cheng would still have affairs after court, but I never expected you to be so devoted to post-disaster reconstruction. Admirable, truly admirable!" Wanqiyang had also learned the jargon of official circles by now. In the end, it was nothing more than flattery; after all, the only thing that never fails is praise.

A group of a dozen or so were all dressed in rain capes and cloaks, clearly as merchants, so no one paid them much attention. Feng Qingbai walked in front, with Long Yi and Xiong Shan at his sides, their posture clearly that of attendants and bodyguards.