Chapter 37: Composite Sketch

The two of them chatted back and forth, while Wang Fugui sat to one side, bored, occasionally interjecting with a comment.

Fu Yuan spent most of the time with her brows slightly furrowed. As Guo Yu guided her through her thoughts, it was during this exchange that she truly understood what Guo Yu meant by "reliable."

Although Wang Fugui was young, his observational skills were remarkably sharp, and his mind leaped quickly from one idea to the next.

"What I mean to say is, if we set aside the Wu..."

At that moment, the morale of the city's defenders collapsed, and they retreated in successive waves. The enemy, having breached the city, was now on the verge of closing in.

Chided by Cao Yue, both Chen Shuang and Fang Binbin changed expressions; they stood before him, stiff and silent, not daring to utter a word.

The Golden Dragon entered the light screen, and its entire body burst apart. In an instant, the sky was suffused with gold, and a deafening roar echoed throughout the universe. Bolts of lightning converged within the light screen, relentlessly eroding it.

"What do you know?" Lan Yutong asked. He could tell that the Second Young Master likely knew something.

This giant hand possessed an extraordinary presence, shaking the heavens and the earth. The mere sight of its terrifying power was enough to strike fear into one's heart. Like a canopy of clouds being swept away, the giant hand slammed down toward Xu Tian.

"Young Master Wang called me just now to say it's his birthday today and that he's hosting a party at home this evening. He specifically invited us to attend..." Ye Xiaohong had not yet finished speaking when Shen Caidie interrupted her.

When it comes to gift-giving, you cannot do it ostentatiously in front of others. Yet, you cannot afford to skip it either. Even though these people appeared generous today, none of them would let slip any opportunity to claim their share.

At most, it was just to intimidate people and persuade Cao Zhen to retreat early, so that the main army would not be forced to launch an assault on Chang'an, which would inevitably cost many lives.

In truth, Zheng Han was curious about why Cao Yue was so skilled in combat, but she did not want to be misunderstood as someone seeking to pry into his affairs. Therefore, after leaving that shady establishment, she had not asked a single question.

The blinding blue light gradually turned white, so intense it threatened to burn the eyes. A shocking beam of light, like the light of an apocalypse, blasted toward Saitama.

After all, she had yet to make any deliberate move to clarify the post that had surfaced before Christmas.

The leader, clad in silver armor and mounted on a sturdy bay horse, possessed a handsome face and an imposing air.

"Is this your attitude toward a man you were almost going to spend the rest of your life with?" Rong Jing said languidly.

Zhao Yi was ruthless toward the Black Mountain Army, but he was meticulous with his own soldiers. He ordered them to carry away all the imperial troops on the ground, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, and personally attended to the wounds of his own men.

Even before arriving at the lodgings arranged by the leader, they had already sold quite a bit of the pure dew. Zhou Ping looked at the money and smiled happily as he collected it, forgetting the anxiety he had felt just moments before.

In reality, one could not blame the two for their astonishment. It was common knowledge that most trees had a diameter of only three to five meters. Even the largest trees in the world—the giant sequoias in the United States—barely reached ten meters at most. Who had ever seen a tree reach thirty meters in width?

At noon the next day, Emperor Ling of Han held a victory banquet to reward the troops. Zhao Yi, Huangfu Song, and Zhu Jun were the Emperor's guests of honor, and to commend their merits, he hosted them specifically within the palace.

These words caused the relaxed soldiers to tense up instantly. This unit was indeed an elite force of the Yellow Turban Army; although the battle erupted suddenly, their movements remained orderly. They gripped their long spears tightly, staring unblinkingly toward the north.

Zhang Jiaze only then recalled the question Liu Hai had raised during his lecture in the amphitheater.

After a brief discussion, they decided that Professor Douglas should step forward to answer Ye Tian's inquiry.

If they could seize this magical artifact, it would be equivalent to clipping the wings of the Death God's great roc or crippling the front hooves of his prized steed.