Chapter 2024: Weiyang

Grand Sword Saint, Hua Weiyang!

By this time, everyone in the Five Domains recognized that an extraordinary figure had arrived. It was clearly a legendary being, only found in ancient records. Yet, not only had this entity appeared, but no one could see them, which only intensified the itching curiosity.

"Grand Sword Saint Hua, how has he been resurrected?"

"Isn't that someone who died a very, very long time ago? When I studied sword history, there were only a few brief mentions of him..."

"My stomach aches a bit," Liu Qianqian said, covering her stomach and looking at him forlornly, appearing utterly vulnerable.

While they were talking, the shuttle reached the relevant sea area. Mu Linfeng activated the optical camouflage from a distance, and the previously striking shuttle instantly merged with the surrounding sky.

They finally reached the front of the high platform. All the searchlights simultaneously focused on them, brightening even more. Even in broad daylight, it felt as though the surroundings grew dim, leaving only them distinctly illuminated. Truly, they were the undisputed stars of the day, with even the sun yielding to them.

Helian Heya had initially assumed Murong Feiming's constant targeting of Prince Jing stemmed from her displeasure at his coveting her belongings. Yet, from his final remark, she seemed to grasp something new.

Zhou Zhi's expression shifted dramatically upon hearing this. His typically stable hands even trembled slightly. How could this happen?

Mu Zihang took her delicate, soft hand, and after a while, tightly hugged her waist.

If the darkness alone allowed them to escape, but the entrance was blocked by the opponent, she still wouldn't be able to get away.

Furthermore, Gu Enen and Han Chengchi's love story had been far too smooth. Now, faced with so many escalating events and pieces of evidence, she found it impossible to delude herself; she had no choice but to believe it.

When he heard that Mo Zihan wanted a reward, Yu Chi Haotian wasn't annoyed; instead, his interest was piqued.

Previously, Zining might not have uttered a single word. But she was much better now; she knew how to comfort people.

Yang Haoxuan sat there, staring blankly. After pondering for a moment, he slowly remembered the events of yesterday.

His spiritual power spread out imperceptibly, and its detectable range was significantly wider than usual. Furthermore, a faint feedback would occur when it touched nearby flowers, plants, and trees.

"The ones who kidnapped Wang Pingyao, you'll likely have to ask those two," Nanny Li stated. The moment she finished, two silver needles shot towards Mo Buyu and Mo Liu, who were outside the door.

Feng Xun knew that ambushing them in the city could cause chaos, so he intended to wait until Ge Hu reached a secluded spot. However, after chasing him for a short while, they discovered Ge Hu was heading towards the Vermilion Bird Gate of the royal palace.

"Thump!" The man's backside took a kick. In an instant, as if struck by inspiration, he sprang out of the chasm. He glanced back, and there, a proud white swan was looking down on him imperiously.

Seeing his resolve, Wen Zhu stopped trying to dissuade him. He calmly said, "Look after yourself," then turned and walked away.

With that, a wisp of sword energy pierced his heart. Zhuang Yu vomited a mouthful of blood, and his vision darkened. Scenes from his past flashed before his eyes: the first half filled with passion, the middle part muddled and confused, until he met Yang Can, after which his enthusiasm gradually reignited. He closed his eyes, awaiting the embrace of death.

Qin Yike ultimately led them to several 'reasonably priced' shopping malls, where they selected clothes with 'less shocking' price tags.

A quarter of an hour later, the formation was dispelled. Sun Donglai flew away on his sword, his face filled with gloom, as if he no longer had the face to stay there.

One of the patriarchs began to speak, his voice trembling due to extreme uncertainty.

Suddenly, colorful light streamed through the window, casting a hazy, dreamlike glow on Yu Lun's pale face. He Ruoqian tilted her head slightly and looked out, realizing someone was setting off fireworks. Large fireworks exploded in the sky, decorating the quiet night with a vibrant array of colors.