Chapter 34: Three years ago, it was you who knelt before me, begging me to take you away.

Qiao Yiran cried out to him again, her voice shrill and laced with anxiety, "Xue Ling!" Her gaze shifted to Wei Xifeng, filled with grief, indignation, and a sense of reckless abandon. "Wei Xifeng, you already have Jiang Liwu by your side—why can't you just let us go?"

Hearing this, Jiang Liwu interrupted her, "I remember telling you that our relationship is not what you think. There is nothing romantic between Xiao Feng and me."

Qiao Yiran clenched her teeth, her reddened eyes turning away in resentment.

Tobiichi Origami’s eyes were also bloodshot. Since stealing this new weapon earlier, she had never intended to return. If she did not eradicate the Spirits and avenge her parents, she would be failing in her filial duty.

The Grand Elder of the Tribunal was known for being strictly unyielding. Any disciple brought before the Tribunal would be judged and sentenced by the Grand Elder, whose enforcement was swift and ruthless; if he decreed ten years of solitary confinement, not a single day would be shaved off, and if he ordered the destruction of one's Dantian, he would ensure not a trace of spiritual energy remained in their meridians.

Before the words could even leave his mouth, the demonic wolf leader’s beastly pupils cracked into a dull grey. Its entire body withered into a dried husk and collapsed limply to the ground.

With nothing pressing to attend to for the moment, Ling Fengyu felt his usual bouts of laziness creeping back in. After making a brief appearance among the troops to show his face, he prepared to head back to his quarters to catch up on some sleep.

"Stay like this, drifting in the universe forever." Bai Yu spread his hands, watching the massive metallic wreckage vanish into the eternal, cold darkness of space, before turning back to return to the system space.

Sun Yizhou followed, and Chen Qiaoen, after a moment of hesitation, bit her lip and followed suit, slowly wading into the seawater.

Ying Zheng had originally dispatched several scouts to gather intelligence. At first, they returned with reports, but as time went on, the scouts he sent out vanished one by one. Sensing something unusual, Ying Zheng’s eyes clouded with worry.

Since he had agreed to the request of the Fifth Magician, Ling Fengyu knew he had to observe Aoko Aozaki first. Knowing what he knew about the two sisters, he was certain that Aoko would be the ultimate victor, so establishing contact early—or at the very least, keeping a close watch on her—was the prudent choice.

Could it be that the heavens had heard his prayers and sent him such a magnificent gift?

Many people online began to imitate the dance performed by Lin Feng and Xixi, recording videos and uploading them to the web.

Wu Tiantian’s subordinates felt that "ghost" might be a better description for the ninja before them, but upon reflection, ghosts were spirits, and since these individuals were still alive, "monster" seemed more appropriate.

Eunji had no trainee experience; she had gone straight from an ordinary person to an idol. Having been active for less than a year, even with her desperate efforts to manage her physique, she still felt a gap between herself and the other members.

The rice harvest this year was the key to Huanggang City entering a state of complete, stable prosperity.

This time, the heavy truck lost all control, tilting and slamming directly down onto the van where Chen Tianlong was located.

However, if this were not prohibited, the inevitable result would be the rich becoming richer and the poor becoming poorer, which would ultimately shake the very foundations of the dynasty’s rule.

Although Xiao Fan felt that signing this agreement might not be particularly useful, they dared not take the risk of going rogue for a tenfold profit.

Tang Muqing was not a indecisive person; she understood perfectly well what Sister Mi was implying.

Tang Muqing nodded, her eyes brimming with tears, and hugged the old man, weeping like a naive child.

Tang Muqing had endured waves of online hate many times before; compared to Fang Fei, she could certainly be considered experienced in dealing with such matters.

The person involved didn't seem to mind, but the smile on Fang Fei’s face faltered, and she felt a sense of injustice on Tang Muqing’s behalf.

He invited a master of poetry from a past generation to vouch for him, but who was a master of that caliber? How could they possibly listen to him?