Chapter 151: Falling Behind

The tavern was named Heavenly Fragrance House. Led by Old Wu, a group of eight swiftly arrived at the rooftop directly opposite the establishment.

"Remember, make it quick and decisive!"

As the words fell, the figures nodded and leaped forward, flying across.

Watching their departing figures, a flash of ruthless malice crossed the withered elder's eyes.

"Heh, you little emperor..."

Invisible enemies are the most dangerous. The demon-煉 training ground shrouded in night gave off an unprecedentedly intense sense of danger.

"That's not your sister, is it?" The driver looked at Dong Xinian with a knowing expression.

Therefore, the guests at the banquet did not overly disturb Lin Feng and Xia Ruoxi. Even those who wanted to cozy up to Lin Feng knew the present setting was inappropriate.

By the time Fu Yan completed three cycles of circulation, reducing the pain in his wounds by nearly half, he opened his eyes and beheld a sight that nearly caused a torrent of nosebleeds.

Nangong Changyun understood all too well Zhuang Shiyun's earnest and heartfelt intentions. Within them lay deep care and high expectations. He wondered what virtues or abilities he possessed to warrant such high regard from someone like him. Regardless, he accepted the kindness with all his heart and resolved to live up to it in the future, handling matters so impeccably that it would exceed everyone's expectations.

Irisviel looked down at Liu Ling, who was sitting on the ground with his legs pigeon-toed, a smile once again blooming on her face.

The Water River Village was shrouded in profound silence, save for the cicadas on the trees tirelessly droning their monotonous song. Aside from the soldiers and militia on combat readiness and sentry duty, the villagers who had labored all morning and the soldiers who had trained all morning had returned to their respective quarters for a midday nap after lunch.

This "person's" attire was also quite peculiar. His slender frame was draped in a wide, billowing mage's robe, adorned with a multitude of lavish precious metal ornaments—altogether dressed just like the hopelessly adolescent "magicians" found only in comic books.

"Hairong, love is an extraordinarily precious emotion. One is likely to have very few opportunities in a lifetime to possess such a feeling. To squander something so beautiful on a character within a virtual network—isn't that an astonishing waste?" Xiao Menglou frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Holding a glass of French champagne, Ye Liaosha leaned quietly against the balcony overlooking the old site of Green Shade Academy, gently swirling the fine wine in her glass, watching the moon-white liquid radiate an iridescent, surreal glow under the moonlight.

His footsteps grew slower and slower, yet the distance between the two continued to close. Snow was still falling outside, the fierce wind howled ceaselessly, and the oil lamp flickered erratically.

Gradually, the murmuring voices subsided, and everyone's gaze turned toward the saber-bearing man outside the private dining room door.

Yet the mistakes he had committed naturally could not be erased simply by his release from prison. The Emperor had decreed his punishment: not only was he to spend a year facing a wall in the Imperial Awakening Temple to quietly reflect upon his transgressions, but he was also subjected to the punishment of the whip, receiving a full thirty lashes.

At a time when both sides were at an impasse, Colonel William, commander of the German naval fleet, telegraphed Chen Ning—who was hosting the US Navy in Fangcheng—regarding the standoff with the Japanese navy.

Receiving Jin Xiuchen's pitiful gaze, Peng Mo uncharitably pursed her lips into a smile and shook her head to indicate that she, too, was powerless to help.

"Yizhou Prefecture governs seven counties: Juzhou, Feixian, Mengyin, Rizhao, Lanshan, Yishui, and Tancheng. The bandit menace in Rizhao has already been pacified. For the other six counties, three months should pose no problem," Chen Ning replied.

What appeared before his eyes was a massive crater, as if struck by a meteorite, with nothing left in its wake.

The Five Elements Flags had been destroyed, the Black Feather Arrow Formation had completely collapsed, and the spiritual energy-transformed giant dragon had likewise dissipated without a trace.

Yun Weiyang glanced at her, sensing that something felt slightly amiss, though she could not immediately pinpoint what was wrong.

Seeing this, the ancestor of the Zheng family was startled. A surge of terrifying dread welled up from the depths of his heart, and his eyes filled with fear. Yet, despite their terror, they still made their move at that very moment.