Chapter 392: Important People Have Short Memories

"Zhou Yuanshan, do you truly believe you have me entirely at your mercy?"

Su Wan's voice was not loud.

Yet it resembled icicles falling in the depths of winter, striking the heart piece by piece.

It was a cold that pierced straight into the marrow of the bone.

Zhou Yuanshan's face turned ashen, dark and lowering as a gathering storm.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned stark white, snapping and popping under the strain.

"Minister Su, I am saying this for the very last time."

The words were squeezed through Zhou Yuanshan's gritted teeth, dripping with a venomous chill.

Yet, seeing the level-four demon stone so tantalizingly close within his grasp, how could Lin Feng possibly allow it to slip away so easily?

Nan Feng had previously speculated about Tian Yuanzi's age, but to his surprise, the man was even younger than he had imagined—around thirty years old, perhaps not even quite there yet.

This realization made him deeply uncomfortable, while simultaneously forcing his present self to question over and over again: did he truly understand the friend standing beside him?

If one were to say Lin Yun cared deeply for Chen Xu, Li Yanran could certainly understand; earlier on, she had noticed Lin Yun's hostility toward her, mirroring the exact feelings she once harbored toward Chen Xin, making it plain to see that Lin Yun carried affection for Chen Xu.

The sudden emergence of a lone figure astonished the onlookers on both sides; could it be that someone on the suspension bridge possessed hidden talents, seizing this moment to break through and reach the opposite cliff?

Raising a hand to brush the dirt from his clothes, he piled the two lifeless wild deer together, smiling gleefully at his achievements on the ground before brandishing his spear toward the rocky mountain above.

The human race possessed exceedingly few formal allies, and under normal circumstances, the Ice Clan—vastly distant and long past their prime—would not be ideal candidates; attributing the alliance to the sake of Xintian might seem far-fetched, yet it was nonetheless a plausible explanation.

Simultaneous with Du Leng's strike, Xue Shan leaped into the air, drawing his longsword to weave a succession of intricate stances, out of which countless fine golden threads materialized around him, dense as an impending shower of golden rain.

"That band of bandits from Qili Slope deserved to be wiped out entirely," muttered the sword-wielding man sitting beside Su Huai, speaking through clenched teeth.

Walking up to Pockmarked Wang, I extended my hand to offer him the Ganqi axe, which he accepted with an air of immense arrogance before beginning to swing it wildly through the air.

Though well aware the question held no meaning, she stubbornly voiced it anyway, Lin Binglan lowering her head slightly as her spirits sank deeper into melancholy.

By the time the surroundings became clear once more, Yi Xuan found himself at the foot of five mountain peaks, surrounded entirely by broken walls and debris; retrieving his teleportation jade amulet, his figure blurred before he returned to the entrance of the forbidden grounds.

The array shattered completely, leaving the rushing crowd utterly dumbfounded, for Qin Yang was nowhere to be seen within, and astonishment washed over every single face.

Seeing Guiliudao's stubborn refusal to leave, Guiliuxiu shook his head helplessly and looked down at the struggle between Ni Duoshi and the Black Qilin; after their two failed ambushes on Grandmother Jiuying nearly cost them their lives, they no longer dared harbor any designs against her.

After venturing out in disguise, Feng Yuerong gathered information regarding the government's cultivation estate; upon learning the exact site of its construction, Chu Feng could no longer sit still, for within that very perimeter lay his mother's burial ground.

Su Yang slapped several sheets of paper onto the desk; before the investigation, Leng Youyun had seemed shrouded in mystery, yet now that the inquiry was done, the enigma appeared deeper still.

The general led Chu Feng and Feng Yuerong to a military camp that had devolved into absolute chaos, with numerous soldiers running amok, flailing wildly as others desperately kept their distance.

The summer sea breeze carried a lingering warmth against the skin as white foam lapped gently at the shore of the tranquil waters beneath a full moon hanging high in the sky, prompting Qin Li, seized by a sudden playful whim, to kick off her shoes and wade through the shallows.

"I have a few taels of silver here; take it and leave quickly." Yet the estate guard said nothing more, casually tossing down a few pieces of broken silver.