Chapter 112: The Spray of the Waves

“What do you mean by that, Tang Aiqing?” Qin Xiao turned sharply, his gaze icy as he fixed on Tang Sicheng. If that old scoundrel dared utter a single foolish word, I would have him dragged away and beheaded on the spot!

To act without thorough planning—damn it, I am thoroughly displeased.

Unexpectedly, Tang Sicheng spoke in the next moment:

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Breathing in her fragrance, Ling Muchen’s eyes darkened suddenly, his heartbeat faltering in rhythm.

In addition, a special spirit elixir must be concocted to cleanse the body; it would take at least a month before any chance of full recovery.

“Can I refuse? I’m so sleepy,” Song Wei yawned lazily, answering with a languid tone.

“How the Purple Frost Palace conducts its affairs is none of my concern, silly one. Pian Ruo,” Ye Yuxi gave a subtle glance to the two beside her.

“That won’t be necessary,” Zhou Feng said, observing the bustling hall where many colleagues passed by, suppressing smiles, their gazes tinged with ambiguous meanings.

“Has your son fought back yet?” Ye Xiangnan cut in, her tone edged with impatience.

Mu Fan’an was once again surprised. Their boss was always very attentive to work, never missing a single meeting. Today, what matter could keep the lord away from such an important assembly?

Safety, after all, is relative. Dong Xie did not believe there was absolute safety here.

“Yes, Your Majesty!” After being sternly reprimanded by the Eastern King, the two dared not mention the contest again.

The room was spacious, with a brown leather sofa before an exquisite tea table. The elderly man had already arranged the tea set, signaling Ron to sit and converse.

Ji Han’s face remained a golden purple, unconscious. His entire skeletal and visceral system had been displaced by the golden pill’s explosion, and even his divine consciousness had suffered severe injury.

“Any questions? Speak freely!” Ai Han deliberately encouraged them to voice all their grievances at once today, though it was under Li Ge’s name.

Han Tiexin gave a glance to the other tribesmen, who promptly fell silent without further comment.

Because of this statement, Wu Laichun deduced that the emperor’s hand orders must number three. If true, the whereabouts of any one of these orders would be beyond his reach; even he could no longer inquire about them.

If not for Ji Han’s intervention, he would have been unable to retrieve it at all! For he himself could find no artifact as sharp as the “Demon-Blood Divine Blade.”

Everything had been going well. After last night, Ruan Aoluo had forced herself to stop dwelling on troubles unrelated to her. She had just received a set of jewelry from her mother and gentle care, which had lifted her spirits greatly. Yet, as soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw A Jin beside her, and instinctively turned her head away.

But as she entered, seeing Ai Han’s calm face, she felt a chilling intimidation. For a moment, she opened her mouth but forgot what she was about to say.

Zhuang Wangu, atop the Tyrannosaurus rex, witnessed Pangu’s death. The Pangu Axe fell to one side. The axe was one of the world’s fearsome weapons, its sharpness rivaling the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying. Zhuang Wangu intended to claim it, but the Pangu Axe flew up on its own, soaring southeastward.

The Eighteen Arhats and Three Thousand Buddhist Disciples manifested their golden bodies, relics atop their heads. Behind each disciple’s head hovered a wheel of merit, formed by the concentrated faith of Buddhist adherents. On the merit wheel appeared faint golden Bodhi trees and golden lotuses. The Bodhi trees and lotuses merged into one, like a forest of trees and a sea of flowers.

The Star Angel faced twelve Silver Angels, and she intended to break through by force! Alpha frowned; the Star Angel was reckless. This was the Hall of Prophecy—how could such chaos be allowed? Did she not know that loud noises were strictly forbidden outside the Hall of Prophecy?