Chapter 41: Confession

"Zhu Chao."

Under the cover of night, Zhu Chao had a stomach full of words she had yet to utter when He Wenzhou calmly interrupted her with a steady gaze.

"Some things," he said indifferently, "need not be said to me; it is not worth it. If they are truly spoken, you and I will no longer even be able to remain colleagues."

Zhu Chao's face turned pale, and she stared fixedly...

Xingchen averted her gaze, and then turned it back. Zejin did not notice that the instant she turned her head, she flicked away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Hmph, you won't be so lucky next time!" Baishitu let out a cold snort, and once again a bolt of lightning blasted forth from his body. Su Wuzhi's expression changed drastically, and he immediately formed hand seals to defend, but he was still sent flying, sustaining heavy injuries.

What was even stranger, however, was that the Yang family did not directly move into Changchun Town like the previous two families had. Instead, they went straight into the Myriad Demon Mountains, and after that, there was no longer any news of the Yang family.

"Forming the Golden Elixir..." Su Wuzhi said with bitterness. The aura emanating from that black cloud just now was precisely that possessed by a cultivator at the Golden Elixir stage.

"Cat's Eye" did not hesitate and immediately replied, "I can even teach you how to cast magic, but you must first do some things for me; that can be considered your tuition." "Cat's Eye" began to lay out the plan he had long since plotted.

Ke Xi revealed a radiant smile, the scar between her brows always vanishing whenever she smiled.

Although the Demonic Heaven Art was constantly devouring the primordial energy of heaven and earth to replenish the true qi within his body, compared to the consumption, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

Looking through the window, Sun Buqi could see the Chinese wisterias behind the house, and mischievous squirrels jumping up and down in the trees; further in the distance was a crude open-air sports ground, where dozens of young people, regardless of the scorching sun above, were frantically fighting over a football.

However, with the continuous injection of the azure light, You Hai's strength was still undergoing constant changes.

Moonlight seeped through the window, and Bai Yi turned over with a slight sense of irritation, looking half-eyes at the glowing curtains.

Now, the situation had evolved into this: Fengyun Wuchen was riding a five-clawed golden dragon, fleeing ahead, while Zhuge Liehu pursued him from behind. The two of them were still engaged in remote combat and assassination.

"Actually, it's because..." Yinan seemed to know what Yue Yang wanted to ask, looking somewhat delighted yet somewhat shy as she gathered her words to speak.

Generally speaking, officials were replaced after a single term, especially in economically developed regions. The position of governor in such places was a lucrative post, shared among rotation; the emperor also had to care for and balance various factions and forces.

Miao Shihao's resentment toward the Void Temple was clearly all-encompassing, even including his previous life's original master, Li Jingyuan, when he was a magic treasure. Yet Lin Feng could discern from Miao Shihao's words that his emotions toward Li Jingyuan were extremely complex.

The Evoker raised his right hand. All the white cotton around them suddenly ignited spontaneously. A rotating silver square mirror faintly appeared above his head, and a red humanoid figure shot out from the mirror, pouncing toward the toy bear.

"Since that's the case, then I wish Mr. Darling a grand and prosperous future ahead." Du Wei sighed softly.

During the emperor's excursion this time, old Peter did not seem to be accompanying him. As for this Neil, he seemed to be doing quite well; according to what he said himself, he had already become the head of His Majesty the Emperor's personal attendants.

Chu Sansheng was quietly communicating with the yet-unseen sect elder Han Wanren. Neither Chu Sansheng's body nor his lips moved; his voice directly resounded in the other's mind, truly bizarre to the extreme.

He had only a dozen iron-blooded guards by his side. Facing tens of thousands of sand spiders and jackals, he, who had always been brave and fearless, could only choose to flee, because he was a powerhouse specializing purely in enhanced battle beasts.