Chapter 152: The Wind and Sand Are Too Strong, Blurred My Eyes!

The youth coughed up blood as he stumbled backward.

A flicker of tension flashed through his eyes.

He was a reincarnated soul, and moreover, a second-tier earth mage.

Yet, he had not sensed anyone appearing behind him in the slightest, until the long blade pierced his chest and the agony flared, leaving him to look upon Li Changan in utter bewilderment.

Li Changan did not rush to deliver the fatal blow, but remarked indifferently, "You went through untold hardships to find this place, yet you still do not know who I am?"

It seemed they had tacitly accepted his statement, finding nothing unsettling about his line of reasoning.

In truth, the Divine Eagle had already sensed a mere month ago that things had shifted into an entirely different guise.

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Furthermore, he considered her a demoness of the martial world, yet because of his own ties, he felt compelled to save her.

Yang Tianyi nodded in understanding upon hearing this; it was his very first time conversing with a latent medium, and if he did not seize this opportunity to air all his doubts regarding psionic energy, he would surely be plagued by regret once the negotiations concluded.

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He was clad in a dragon robe of black accented with dark gold, his head adorned with a bone crown white as jade, his sharp brows like swords, projecting a majestic and formidable aura that commanded awe without anger.

"Master Wu, did you bring the item I requested?" To his surprise, Nie Ying'er did not answer Tang Jinsheng's question, but turned instead to Wu Quan, the master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, who had remained silent until now.

Bai Wei ordered water to be brought in, went through the motions of the routine protocol, and only then allowed the attendants inside to clear the room.

Er Lengzi had long wanted to go, so he naturally agreed readily; Zhuge Jianqiang was rather indifferent, but since everyone else was going, he chose to journey along with them.

The moment she regained her freedom, Bai Ranran hastily opened her mouth to take several deep breaths, only then feeling herself begin to recover.

When she fetched the bronze mirror earlier, she had not returned to her own quarters but had gone to Lan Ajiu’s room instead, precisely out of fear that someone might discover the peculiarities within her own chamber.

Just like that, two friends who had known each other for over a decade parted ways, never to matter to one another again. In truth, friendship is a fragile thing. Sometimes when we see best friends fight, it strikes us as utterly inconceivable.

Nan Xueyu's hand was slapped away with a sharp smack, a searing pain blooming across her skin; though she had failed to actually pull open the collar, she could indeed see several scratch marks on her neck—could they have been left by her eldest sister?

Inadvertently, Bai Ranran recalled Lucy's words from moments ago; she had never given it any thought before and thus had never noticed, but reflecting closely now, Wu Jianxin did indeed seem far more tolerant and kinder toward her than toward anyone else.

Zhu Yan now saw the current situation with absolute clarity; the Tantai Royal Clan was fully prepared. Everything past the main gates of the royal clan was shrouded in a formation; divine consciousness could only penetrate the first barrier to view the interior and the square. Past the square and into the grand hall, absolutely nothing could be seen.

Nan Xueyu sneered inwardly; if that were the case, why had her father wasted so many words just now, making it seem as though she actually had a choice? Was the Empress Dowager coming in person? That would be an opportunity to discreetly investigate whether the Empress Dowager had summoned the Four Consorts to the villa today; surely some harvest could be reaped.

That was true enough. Now that Dongling Linfeng had become a cripple, regardless of whether he was a good man or a villain of ultimate evil before, and regardless of how many unprovable misdeeds he had committed, he was bound to be expelled from the Eastern Palace! Dongling Luoxi did not have merely a single imperial son; how could he allow the realm of the Yulin Kingdom to be left without an heir?