(84) Welcome Great-grandmother Home!

Atop Nine Peaks, dazzling auroras cast their light upon the overlapping ridges of the mountains. A white phoenix soared across the sky, drifting leisurely like a cloud, its body enveloped in a violet radiance. It flew lower and lower, its wings spread wide like enormous sails, stirring gusts that swept across the land and set the surrounding scenery into motion. When it was barely ten meters above the ground, its shadow stretched across the earth.

A century ago, India was a backward agricultural nation, but today it stands among the world's great powers, boasting martial emperors within its borders, and thus, a certain stubborn pride.

“They promised to come pick me up, but after I signed the agreement, they just let me go on my own...” Ling Chen shook his head.

“What you should be thinking about is, where did your sister go wrong?” Grandpa Qiao glared at his only grandson, genuinely afraid now that Qingqing might lead Anan astray.

To be able to come up with so much in such a short time, it was clear that Wu Muyu possessed substantial real combat experience.

Qi Wei hurried back to his workstation; the interns scarcely dared to breathe, busying themselves with their own tasks. For a moment, the studio was silent as a grave.

In the past, she could pretend not to know his feelings, but now that Duan Minghong had laid everything bare, how could she continue to turn a blind eye?

He manipulated the great seal, crashing it again and again against the invisible barrier; each strike was more powerful than the last. If not for Gu Xiaoqian’s Four Symbols Formation, the tavern would have been destroyed.

With Nurse Li absent and Yan Lingyue still unconscious, the third madam and her two daughters sat in the room for a while before leaving.

“All right, then please eat with me. You rushed over, so you probably haven’t had a meal yet!” Wen Ting gazed at Si Nan Yu, who had been busy on her behalf, her heart aching for him.

Beside her, the eldest madam smiled as the old lady praised her son. The matriarch saw that the dishes had been brought in and signaled the maid to set the table.

“Well… since that’s the case, I won’t call her ‘old witch’ anymore. But she truly is formidable—so much so that she surpasses ordinary cultivators. I believe she may be one of those legendary free immortals often spoken of on the Tianyuan Continent!” Jing Yu exclaimed.

Li Ke looked at her for a long moment, then nodded with resolve. “I will do it. Not only for myself, but for you!” A sincere smile blossomed on his lips, shining like a diamond in the early winter sunlight.

“Ahem, ahem…” Seeing his subordinates getting carried away, Sato Ken coughed a few times to halt the discussion.

He felt the warmth from her, the familiar scent, and his heart was quietly fulfilled.

Li Ke had once trained a group of assassins; she had been fortunate enough to meet one—a killer named Xu Sanduo. His gaze, his movements, his stance… were identical to that of the boatman standing before her now.

Before Xue Li could finish speaking, Zhen Zimo rose and glanced around, then said to himself, “I know there’s a ‘medicine’ shop nearby. I know the owner. Let’s go, I’ll borrow his place so you can bandage your wounds.” With that, he gallantly took the heavy bundle from Xue Li’s hands.

Unlike Luo Tian, who instantly comprehended and condensed his domain, the Spirit King’s battle was an arduous struggle. He was constantly on the defensive, utterly disheveled. Facing an opponent whose abilities, temperament, and even thoughts mirrored his own, an ordinary person would find it impossible to fight.

Truthfully, he was exaggerating quite a bit. Most of the afternoon’s audience had paid a hefty price for their tickets; with even the president coming to watch, the quality of the matches was guaranteed. This was the so-called celebrity effect, and naturally, the brilliant performances of these gambling kings were the best selling point.

He gazed deeply at me, his expression tinged with self-mockery and annoyance—a peculiar look. In that instant, I had the illusion that he wanted to confess something to me, but the feeling flickered in my heart and left barely a ripple.