Chapter 315: Progress Has Been Made Compared to Before

"Especially when the enemy changes position abruptly, your marking speed is slower than expected by 0.3 seconds!"

"That is not my failing, it is system latency," Bai Lin replied unhurriedly, nudging up his spectacles.

"The simulator's data transmission can be unstable at times. I have logged it and will optimize it tomorrow."

"The system is a mere external factor; the fault still lies within yourself," Li Changan countered, unyielding.

"Even with latency, you must possess the foresight to anticipate—"

Exactly when would Huang Lanye suddenly turn against him? Besides, given the choice, who would ever willing allow their own soul to become sustenance for another interloper within a body that belonged solely to them?

Just as Luo Lingchen was tangled in his doubts, the car arrived home. He pulled out a two-hundred-yuan note, handed it to the driver, and grandly told him to keep the change before skirting around to open the door and help Ning Jing out.

Yue Mingyan did not rise, but instead inclined his head slightly in greeting; he had heard a thing or two about the character of the Ling family’s second master, Ling Haodi.

He had always imagined her life to be radiant and beautiful, showered with praise wherever she went, but it had never occurred to him that she harbored vexations of her own.

Fortuitously, it was daytime; had she encountered such an animated image in the dead of night, it would surely have scared her out of her wits.

If only that child were still here, perhaps she might have accepted him once more. But with the child gone, her heart had vanished too; she had no desire to surrender her heart again, wishing only to live a little more selfishly.

As the sun slanted westward, the entire western sky was dyed in a layer of rich, vibrant crimson, unfurling ostentatiously to lay claim to half the heavens.

In that fleeting instant, all her memories came rushing back. She remembered now—she was still in the middle of a mission, distinctly in a state of astral projection, yet for reasons unknown, she had somehow tumbled into another world entirely.

"It does not matter, it is quite endearing," Qi Yan murmured into her ear, his warm breath sending a tremor of numbness through her entire body, causing her to shudder imperceptibly.

Cheng Yuan, who had looked so triumphant moments ago, was now deathly pale, Tang Zhenguo's words—'She is Tang Rao, your elder sister'—reverberating in his ears like a demonic incantation.

"To say nothing of Yan Mo alone already claiming sovereignty over Su Muyao, two distinct factions from the Fengfei Continent have arrived this very day to warn Us, forbidding Us from touching Su Muyao and demanding We defer to her in every possible way!" the Emperor raged in exasperation.

That pure white lotus had actually kissed another boy? Had she not claimed to love Su Chen? How could she turn around and kiss someone else in the blink of an eye?

Not only was she obedient, but she was also exceptionally clingy toward Su Chen. It seemed there was nothing wrong with the betrothal arranged for them on the day they were born.

During dinner, Zhou Xiao, seated opposite Su Chen, spoke up with great relish.

At the thought of Hu Ya leaping into the river without a moment's hesitation to push him and Wan Sen ashore, only for him to watch from the bank as Hu Ya sank into the depths, his heart swelled with an unbearable guilt—even though he and Wan Sen had been so utterly drained by the near-drowning that they could not break free from the restraint of the beastmen around them at the time.

What did it matter if one was merely an ordinary soul? Every herb has its admirer, and who could bar another from loving what they chose to love?

Qi Yan offered no reply, choosing instead to stroke her short hair as though fondling a pet. The tresses were thick, dyed back to a coffee hue specifically for his arrival, and subsequently trimmed by a stylist, leaving it now grazing her ears.

Though the path ahead remained invisible in the darkness, it was the first time Tang Guo felt no wandering, no confusion, and no unease; her heart, in this very moment, was at peace.

Some twenty years hence, these hundred-odd commoners within the Heavenly Mansion would forge a formidable force; and given the cultivation techniques of the Hidden Slaughter, there would likely be other surprises awaiting Yun Yang.

The Heavenly Dao holds dominion over the laws of the universe, and the law of time naturally resides within its grasp. As all know, the law of time is the supreme law; the moment this hand manifested, the Primordial Violet Lightning conjured by the "Destruction of Heaven and Earth" promptly retreated into the clouds, vanishing without a trace as the scene reverted to its original state.