Chapter 2016: Wei Yang

“Great Sword Sage, Hua Weiyang!”

At this moment, everyone in the Five Domains could tell that a truly extraordinary figure had arrived. This person was a legendary existence, only found in ancient records. What was more, not only had they appeared, but they were also invisible, which only made people even more eager to know more.

“Hua Jiansheng, how did he resurrect?”

“Isn’t that someone who died a very, very long time ago? When I read the history of swordsmanship, there were only a few brief mentions of him…”

“My stomach hurts a little.” Liu Qianqian clutched her stomach, looking at him pitifully, a sight that would move anyone to compassion.

As she spoke, the flying shuttle had already reached the designated sea area. Mu Linfeng activated the optical camouflage from a distance, and the originally conspicuous shuttle immediately blended into the surrounding sky.

Finally, they reached the front of the high platform, and all the searchlights simultaneously converged and brightened. Even in broad daylight, it felt as if the surroundings were dark, with only they illuminating the scene. Of course, they were the absolute protagonists of today, even the sun made way for them.

Helian Heya had initially thought that Murong Feiming’s repeated targeting of Jingwang was due to her displeasure at him coveting her possessions. However, from her last sentence, she seemed to have understood something more.

Zhou Zhi’s face changed dramatically upon hearing this, and her usually steady hands trembled slightly. How could this be?

Mu Zi’ang grabbed her slender and soft hand, and after a moment, he tightly embraced her waist.

If it was just because it was dark enough, they might be able to escape, but if the other party blocked the entrance, she still wouldn’t be able to get away.

What’s more, Gu En’en and Han Chengchi’s love had been too smooth sailing, and now, what lay before her were so many fluctuating phenomena and pieces of evidence that made it impossible for her to deceive herself, forcing her to believe it to be true.

Upon hearing that Mo Zihan wanted a reward, Yuchi Haotian not only wasn't displeased but became interested.

In the past, Zining might not have said a single word. But now, she was much better. She knew how to comfort people.

Yang Haoxuan sat there in a daze, pondering for a moment before slowly recalling what had happened yesterday.

His spiritual power unconsciously spread out, and the detectable range was much wider than usual, and there was a slight feedback when it touched the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees.

“For those who abducted Wang Pingyao, I’m afraid you’ll have to ask those two,” Li Momo said, and two silver needles flew towards Mo Buyu and Mo Liu outside the door.

Feng Xunzhi was afraid of causing chaos in the city, so he thought of ambushing Gehu once they reached a secluded place. However, after chasing for half an hour, they found that Gehu was heading towards the Vermilion Bird Gate of the palace.

“Bang,” the man’s backside was kicked, and instantly, he seemed to be enlightened, leaping out of the chasm. He looked back, and lo and behold, a proud white swan was looking down at him from above.

Wen Zhu saw his firm resolve and no longer tried to persuade him, simply replying, “You do what you think is best.” Then he turned and left.

After he finished speaking, that wisp of sword qi pierced through his heart. Zhuang Yu coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his vision went black. Scenes from his past seemed to flash before his eyes: the first half was filled with burning passion, the middle was muddled, and it wasn’t until he met Yang Can that his enthusiasm gradually reignited. He closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.

Qin Yike eventually took them to a few more "affordable" malls, selecting some clothes with less "stimulating" price tags.

A quarter of an hour later, the formation was withdrawn, and Sun Donglai flew away on his sword with a look of displeasure, seemingly too embarrassed to stay there any longer.

A patriarch spoke in an extremely uncertain tone, causing his words to tremble.

Suddenly, some colorful light streamed in from the window, dyeing Yu Lun’s fair face hazy and dreamlike. He Ruoqian slightly tilted her head and looked out the window; it turned out someone was setting off fireworks. Large fireworks exploded in the sky, embellishing the quiet night with a riot of colors.