"How can you be so sure he can be saved?"

"Is there any chance you might push him into an even deeper ruin?"

The God of the Track did not deny it: "Good or ill, that is his own fate. Neither you nor I have any business meddling anymore."

Sikong Dao shook his head lightly. "You truly are willing to stake it all."

While the two of them were speaking, within the seven-colored cocoon of light, Wei Zhao had already undergone a world-turning transformation.

To be precise, this...

Ye Chen frowned, glanced down at Black Rose kneeling before him, and a flicker of gloom crossed his face.

When he returned to Ten Thousand Bamboo Peak, Bai Qingqing was sitting alone in the great hall, her complexion somewhat pale.

Taking a heavy kick, Sima Hong flew into a rage; the full force of his power erupted, and with a single clap of both hands he wrenched himself free from the crumpled car door.

Blood sprayed wildly from the slit in his throat, and as Wu Yang raised his left hand, all that gushing blood converged toward it.

Unlike how she was at home, Yun Xinyan at the company was exceedingly stern; with a face set hard as a board, she berated the flippant Ye Tian without mercy.

The last time he had seen Shen Cangsheng, the man's strength had already reached the late Innate stage, a mere step away from Grandmaster.

By now Yang Sixu had gone out again to quell a rebellion, and Jing Zhong could not discuss the matter with Wang Maozhong. After hesitating again and again, unsure whether he should help his master silence this witness, he had no choice but to hold still for the time being and see what this "master's wife" might do in the days to come.

After that parting, Chen Shi and I did not meet again for a full week, and he stopped coming to see Chen Xiang as well. I did not know why. As for what he had wanted to tell me that time at the izakaya, I asked about it over QQ, but he never replied to me—though he did send me his cell number.

It was not that he had given up, but that he meant to retreat in order to advance. The crown prince was, after all, the foundation of the state—how could he be lightly deposed? Yao Yuanchong and Song Jing would still come to his aid. If so, Xiao Jiangyuan's life still had a thread of hope.

Count Reed first chatted with Baron Matt about some everyday matters, and then brought up the killing of the Carter family's mage.

The atmosphere within the Tianwu Academy grew heavier and heavier. Walking through the academy, one saw every student hurrying past with anxious steps, which left Lin Yumeng utterly baffled. By all reckoning the Sand Sea Secret Realm had already opened, so there should be no great trouble now—why did these people wear such grim expressions?

"Cough..." Caught off guard by the question, Ye San immediately choked and began to cough. But before he could answer, Ye Luhuan asked again: "It was for my mother, wasn't it?" Her tone was so flat it was practically a statement of fact.

The host had by then finished speaking, and the first to take the floor was naturally County Magistrate Wang. Granted, Zhang Donghai was the one putting up the money, but it was only under the wise leadership of the officials that such a charitable man had emerged, was it not?

Deng Liujie was, after all, a peak Earth Immortal, and the gap was too great. Zhuang Daozi's heavenly thunder was driven back, and yet that second palm had not fully dissipated—proof that this strike had been delivered with even more force than the one before.

Shen Yun understood this reasoning as well, and so she let Haitang accompany her, the two of them setting off in different directions.

The Buddha may save all living beings, but he cannot save the people of this world—because there is no Buddha in this world at all, no savior at all. The savior is far away; only oneself can save oneself.

These were no doubt herbs the Red-Tailed Poison Scorpion had gathered over many years; there was no time to count them all carefully. Looking this way and that, Zuo finally spotted several Yiyue Rong flowers in the corner, and they looked far finer in vintage than the last batch—one of them was even red from head to toe, clearly no ordinary specimen at a glance.

"Could you be Turks?" Li Tianqi suddenly recalled the same style of curved blade. Although their clothing was no different from that of the Central Plains, their features bore considerable resemblance to the Turks.

Gonggong dwelt in seclusion in the Nether Valley. Passing by Mount Buzhou, he was overcome by wine and mistook Zhuanxu for a pursuer come again, blocking his path. Enraged and shamed, he rammed his head into Mount Buzhou—and in an instant sparks flew, the earth shook and the heavens swayed, the mountain crumbled and the ground split asunder.