Chapter 38: The One-Year Promise

"Let's go ahead and take a look first." With these words, Zhou Jiu soared into the sky; his primary concern now was to determine exactly where they were.

The crowd all around grew frantic, their eyes fixed intently on the bracelet in the divine messenger's hand, shimmering with excitement.

Black Nine seemed hesitant, his dark gaze lingering on her as if he were debating whether or not to speak.

"President Gu, I am truly sorry to have disappointed you again." Lin Wan'er wore a confident smile, seemingly devoid of fear.

"Where are you headed, fellow Daoist? The Qian family has already paid the spirit stones," a cultivator guarding the teleportation array remarked.

Interrupting Li Feng, Mansoor smilingly introduced him to an Indian tycoon Li Feng had heard of before—none other than the future richest man in India, Mukesh Ambani, the eldest son of the illustrious Ambani family.

"Perhaps he wants to gain a better view to make it easier to catch them?" Pointer could find no other reason to convince himself, so he could only think in that direction.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Origin Seed within Zhou Jiu began to absorb this starlight energy, undergoing some subtle, albeit barely perceptible, changes.

Loris tried his best to limit Turgon's impact, but when the Lakers faced the Runners' fast-paced offense, they could not maintain their composure as the Runners did.

When he first arrived at this beverage factory, Sun Qian was still somewhat restrained. In his daily dealings, he didn't dare to overcharge. But as time went on, his true nature was exposed.

Although Daoist Qingyuan was reluctant to admit it, what Gu Qing said was the truth; he had been far too idealistic about this matter.

"Alright, you can busy yourselves with cleaning up the battlefield; I must head into the city," Fang Zheng said with a casual wave of his hand, spurring his horse toward the city gates.

"Wait a moment, I'll send him a text message. Whether he uses it or not is up to them," said the third brother, Wang Hong.

Zhang Ning, however, had his own perspective. Zhang Han's word carried weight, but he couldn't go to his father for everything. There were some things Zhang Ning preferred to keep from his father. Besides, a young man had many places where he needed money.

The black tire flew three or four meters into the air before slamming into the hood of the car, leaving a massive dent in the pitch-black metal. Having lost its front tire, the speeding car instantly lost control, fishtailed several times, and plunged along with its occupant over the mountain cliff below.

Fang Zheng had no choice but to accept it, feeling disgruntled. If you didn't want it, you could have just thrown it away; why did you have to leave it for me to dispose of? If you give it to me, I’ll just end up throwing it away anyway.

Finally, Wei Xiaodong arrived at Sister Qian's place. Although he had visited here naturally before, the feeling had never been quite right. Today, however, it was truly different; his very spirit and energy felt transformed.

He paused, his distinct knuckles gripping her chin. He nibbled gently on her lips before pulling her into a lingering, tender, and wet kiss.

It was only at this moment that Beron suddenly understood why the Lord, in the final moment before ordering the breakout, had still been concerned for his brother thousands of miles away.

Guan Ning was deeply moved, his eyes reddening. He whispered, "Mother!" and was unable to continue speaking, overcome with emotion.

Xun'er pouted slightly, a trace of melancholy in her expression as she recalled those carefree years on the Dou Qi Continent, when Xiao Yan was by her side every day—it felt like a dream.

"Forget it, I don't want to waste any more breath on you; I'd rather check on Akame." Mine turned and went to tend to Akame.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Three senbon needles were fired at Yezang, who easily blocked them with his left hand as a dark shadow stepped in front of Zabuza.

Without hesitation, Li Dong took the head of a Luoyang shovel from Wang Mazi and threw it with all his might toward the first mechanism. He used the shovel head because the first mechanism required a certain amount of weight to trigger, and at six or seven pounds, it was perfect for testing the trap.

At this moment, the Fire Lotus Qi in the air had completely erupted. A sea of fire raged above the lotus, causing the storm's assault to crumble inch by inch until it vanished into nothingness.

As long as the grade of these rare treasures did not exceed the Five-Element Divine Stone, the Pure Yin Gourd could continuously derive them using the Matter-Transforming Divine Qi.

With an army of over a hundred thousand marching along the official road, hiding their movements was impossible. Thus, even before Zhao Yi's forces reached the borders of Xiliang, Beigong Boyu of Xiliang had already received word from his scouts.

Having vented his frustration with a mix of truth and pretense, King Yong felt there was no need to remain harsh; he did not want to appear petty in front of the third brother. He took the step down offered by King Chen, gave a cold snort, and drained a cup of wine, acknowledging the toast.

The Yin-Yang Phoenix Technique, a fusion of the Great Yin Phoenix Technique and the Great Yang Phoenix Technique, saw its power greatly enhanced through their mutual complementarity. Executed by the two of them, it surpassed ordinary saintly arts, and such a move left their confidence soaring.

Zhang Jiaze walked out of the bathroom at this moment. Seeing that Song Yazhu had returned, he gave her a peace sign and pointed toward the kitchen.

Having said this, the man who was confident he could walk out of Xianyang City alone left his final silhouette before Li Zhishi.

Zhao Ji took one look and saw a man with a leopard-like head and round eyes, a swallow-like chin and tiger-like whiskers, standing eight feet tall and in his mid-thirties—a truly imposing figure. He was overjoyed.

Lan Lianxia, just forget it! You are merely too lonely in this world, which is why you cling to that shred of warmth. He will not be your true match.

Xue Ba's jaw dropped in shock, unable to speak. Yet, these were his own words; no matter how much of a gambler he was, he was a man of his word, so he had to agree, crestfallen.