Chapter 138: A Constant Worry

Inside the room, Tang Sicheng stared blankly at his son; he had truly grown up.
"Huer, seeing you able to say such things makes your father immensely happy."
"Father, it was I who was foolish. Had I matured sooner, things would not have come to this pass today."
Tang Shanhuhu wore a look of deep remorse, thinking of—
Emperor Tian's palms moved like the wind, layer upon layer, rolling forward with the force of a collapsing mountain and a tumultuous sea. With an overwhelmingly fierce momentum, he struck out at Ling Tian palm after palm.
"Is that enough?" Malone asked, suddenly exerting force in his hands. With a snap, the white-haired man's head twitched and fell sideways.
Outside, the smooth wall offered almost no traction. Yu Chao reached behind his back, took out suction-cup gloves to put on, and began climbing upward along the smooth glass window.
Whether it was the miraculous ancient array or the terrifying jade bracelet, if he could obtain just one of them, he was confident he could elevate the Necromancer Sect to a top-tier faction in the continent.
"Yes, no, no—wait, I don't know Li Dafu! I don't know anyone!" Zhen Yang was so frightened by Yun Hao that he became incoherent, retreating step by step while answering in a trembling voice.
Feng Wei also introduced herself, and Shui Tiansheng did not slight her because of her humble cultivation level, greeting her properly and formally.
Seeing that Dong Zhuo remained silent throughout, Li Ru spoke in a continuous stream, laying out everything he had just been thinking.
Behind Qing Ling stood Fu Xiaosheng and Bai Lengyan, who were almost on par with her. Both were at the eighth stage, yet advancing any further was nearly impossible.
It was just that they had chosen the wrong person to speak to. How many years had it been since anyone dared to speak to the Old Master in such a manner?
I thought it was time for the morning shift change, but when I pulled back the car curtain, I saw that the outside was pitch black.
Yang Jun walked over, helped tuck him in, and tidied up the empty wine bottles on the floor. He sighed softly. Ever since his grandfather returned from Wuyuan after evaluating horses, his heavy drinking had grown increasingly frequent, as if something was weighing heavily on his mind.
A year ago, Song Mian felt certain he would cross paths with this jinx again, and now it had indeed come true. Song Mian genuinely wanted no part of it, going so far as to visit several retired superiors by night. Yet every reply he received was: "Don't be childish; this is an opportunity." Of course, it truly was an opportunity.
Before long, the steel fork in the hands of Third Master Long moved slower and slower. Even the water ghosts surrounding Chai Linju grew transparent in color due to insufficient spiritual energy, and many of them dissipated.
Though she had lost the early advantage in choosing a man, the one who could laugh last would be the ultimate winner.
Li Daniuhad no fear of death; his only reluctance was implicating Zhou Lingling, who had already become his sole vulnerability.
Seeing this situation, the Duke of Wu had his soldiers blow the conch shell, while the Yu Dynasty cavalry also sortied, galloping toward the area.
"I heard from Uncle Qiu that you and the Empress Dowager are going to take on a variety show for Fruit TV." His voice was somewhat hoarse, and he couldn't quite name the emotion he was feeling.
Otherwise, the Holy Land would not command the awe of the masses. In Su Yue's eyes, the Holy Realm was just so-so, and the Holy Land was no better.
Si Shan's expression was rather stern, and she refused to answer the phone right away. She let it ring at least three times before gritting her teeth and pressing accept.
"I actually wish to meet this master of yours..." Qiluo reined in her emotions. The tune just now had stirred something within her, likely because it reminded her of her deceased parents.
She currently stood at only one meter fifty-five, and in real life she wasn't tall either, barely reaching one meter sixty.
At this thought, Ye Miao's mood grew intensely agitated, yet her expression turned even colder as she simply stared at him.
However, after gazing infatuatedly at the main control console for a while longer, she turned her head and earnestly began eating her late-night snack, forcibly compelling herself not to look at the console, instead cocking her ears to listen for the sound signaling the end of the simulation experiment.