Volume One, Chapter 60: Who Is in the City of Magic?
"I... I don't know..." Fu Yuancheng replied with a hint of helplessness on his face.
Hearing this, Chu Ming couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly.
What kind of force could possibly be this secretive?
Xinlou’s question was anything but subtle. Everyone present was remarkably shrewd, so the meaning behind Xinlou’s words—both overt and hidden—was perfectly clear to them.
Another message had come from Xu Huairou: Wen Xun, I’m going out to the mall with some friends today, so I’ll be back to the dorm a bit late. I’ve locked the door. If you didn’t bring your key, get in touch with me or ask the dorm supervisor.
“Don’t worry! I know what I’m doing,” Tang Shiyu said with her lips, though inwardly she was somewhat dismissive. There was no place she hadn’t been to; she had braved even the deadliest of traps and dens of tigers.
Through my grief, I shared what had happened with my colleagues at the newspaper who cared about me. Furious, my friend contacted the complaints editor at the Xinmin Evening News, determined to follow up and report on the incident.
After she finished speaking, she realized her opening had sounded a bit too formal, but fortunately, her roommate didn’t seem to mind.
“You must be the guests Chen Hu and his companions mentioned. I am Nie Tianxing, commander of the Peerless Mercenary Corps. It’s an honor to meet you!” The thin man seemed extremely polite; he made a respectful bow to Qin Rui and the others, then chuckled amiably.
Watching Song Zhaoyue only blame others without thinking of a way to resolve the issue, Yang Jie was both frustrated and suffocated, unable to swallow her anger or let it out.
Zhou Yu’an, seeing his uncle unmoved, reached out and tugged gently at Xinlou beside him.
Meanwhile, Lin Yan had noticed during the recent contest that there were no rules at all; weapons, hidden devices, enhancement spells, even medicinal pills could be used.
This time, her form of performance happened to require abstaining from medicine, which only made things harder for her.
Even a Monarch of Miracles would have to withstand over half a million standard damage, and if facing a counter, at least a million. How could a monarch-class fiend spirit with less than ten percent of its life remaining possibly survive?
And while Ling Zhoutian was out shopping, several men in black suits arrived at his studio on the commercial street.
But it was from Cha Qingluo that he heard—someone was thinking of him, missing him, needing him.
Yun Biluo thought this young man truly sincere; her heart was pounding, yet he was only pondering how to play his flute.
He tried several more times before heaving a long sigh and saying, “Perhaps the hardest thing to surmount in this world is not the highest mountain, but oneself.”
The wandering poet burst out laughing—just as the song said, Su Yin truly understood his feelings.
Yet once the duel began, the outcome was utterly contrary to what most of the audience expected: the Flame Martial King completely overwhelmed Longlongyan, leaving him utterly powerless to fight back.
His gaze swept over the scenery below; the marks of his fierce battle with the demon wraith were still there. Yet, that demon wraith had come back to life?
The fire fox, trying to sound fierce though clearly lacking confidence, declared, “I’m heading straight to the Eighteen Kings’ domain. Even if I have to turn the entire Black Forest upside down, I’ll find the Fairy of Enchanted Song.”
Just as she was about to get in the car, Wen Simu extended her right hand in thanks and quietly set up their next meeting.
“I just got here and didn’t dare go any farther,” said the martial artist who had discovered the canyon, leading the group behind a huge boulder.
Old Madam Fu was already waiting to greet them at the door. When Ji Dongxue got out of the car, the old lady came forward and kindly took her hand.
These days, all the company’s business had been handled by others on her behalf. Any matter that absolutely required Shu Qing’s decision had been put on hold.