This is the truly baffling part—at least logically speaking, it really does not add up.

Just then, a lazy figure shuffled into the doorway.

The old beggar appeared before Wei Zhao after a long absence.

Wei Zhao hurriedly rose to greet him.

Although, because of the earlier matter involving Sima Dao, his path into the Main Divine Academy had essentially been blocked and relations between the two sides had soured, he still held considerable respect for the old beggar personally.

The old beggar wasted no time on pleasantries; he sat down in the chair, drinking wine and gnawing on a flatbread, mumbling indistinctly...

It was just that his true body was oriented toward pure brute-force combat, and in terms of speed, he was far inferior to the Gale Battle Wolf King.

After a round of polite nonsense, Old Five finally departed. Only then did Chen Shihao, having closed the door, breathe a thorough sigh of relief; seeing no movement from the second floor, he shook his head and went to his room to find clothes and take a shower.

Before they had even recovered from the pile of splintered wood, his subordinates, hearing these words, all wore solemn expressions as they cupped their hands and accepted the order, then hurriedly withdrew to contact the others.

Thinking of this, he abruptly transmitted his will through the array threads to the ears of every individual within the formation, and in an instant, the five orbs of energy light distributed in various directions halted their crushing assault and, as if of one mind, began retreating.

The giant monster let out a series of sinister laughs. "Lowly ants, this Sovereign has told you—here, I am an invincible existence. Today, every last one of you shall die."

With abundant resources at hand, the Blood Absolute War God could naturally throw himself into the work with abandon, personally training them.

Beicang Chenjun seemed to have taken Lei Yue as a bit of seasoning for his boring life; he did not employ thunderous measures to wipe the latter out directly, but instead engaged him in conversation with great interest.

If those who knew the true nature of the Holy Grail were to see Chen Shihao setting it down so casually, they would absolutely turn red-eyed with rage, wishing they could snatch the Grail into their arms and cherish it properly at once.

At these words, both masters nodded in satisfaction and raised no further objections. After all, in the Mountain Peak Kingdom they too had enjoyed such treatment—the first reception always used the finest, and from the second time onward they could receive the same treatment as the host. What Chen Shihao had done unintentionally happened to conform to the rules.

After Xingyue left her side, Ningshuang had kept her head lowered the whole time. Now, faced with Xingyue's question, she still said not a word—she merely extended a slender finger and traced the character for "one."

He and I were both "demoted cadres," yet he treated me with such "ferocity"—why should I let him off?

Would Dou Muyun do such a thing? The question should really be asked the other way around: why wouldn't Dou Muyun do it? He hadn't taken a single cent of benefit from Yu Feng, and moreover, his earlier assassination attempt on Wu Yanran had already made his stance clear—he held not the slightest goodwill toward Yu Feng.

Xingyue recoiled two steps in alarm, staring at the skeleton with a grave expression—but then something even more bizarre happened.

Having said such a thing, how could anyone else have the nerve to press him further? So Zhou Qingyun shook his head with a smile and dismissed his curiosity.

The two people inside the vital-energy shields felt stifled and said no more, yet their curiosity only grew heavier—since the deathly aura here was so dense, surely that treasure must be of help to He Fang.

In the rear courtyard of the Duke of Dingguo's estate there was a large garden. Given the deep foundations of the Duke of Dingguo's household, this rear garden naturally could not lack flowers of all four seasons and ever-green grasses. Besides, the harsh winter had already passed, and Nanjing's climate was mild and moist; at this moment the garden showed old branches putting forth new buds, presenting a scene brimming with spring vitality.

Having said this, He Fang came up to Wu Chuang and hurriedly examined his injuries, discovering that the entire leg bone had been shattered—though judging by appearances, having taken elixir pills, he was not in too much pain.

The men all worried about her high heels, truly afraid she might twist her ankle. Yet she handled them with remarkable steadiness—just like her troop.