Chapter 393: Li Chang'an's Plan

"Your words, they make my heart ache," Li Chang'an said, pressing a hand to his chest. His expression was perfectly calibrated—just the right amount of grievance, with a genuine spark of irritation under the surface.

Zhou Ze had been trapped in the mining area; they had risked life and limb to drag him out of that swarm of insects. Even if gratitude was too much to ask for, how could he turn around and bite the hand that fed him?

"A swarm of insects?" Zhou Yuanshan’s brow furrowed into a tight knot, his gaze like a venom-tipped hook locking onto Li Chang'an, trying to pry loose any sign of a flaw from his face.

"What swarm of insects?"

"I've lost a thousand dollars from my person. It must have been these two. I suggest we strip them of their clothes and throw them out," Ferdinand said, a glint of successful conspiracy flashing in his eyes.

Chen Yun and Ye Ling separated, searching through this mountainous terrain. The Purple Mist Leaf possessed a distinct characteristic: its stem and leaves were shrouded in a cluster of purple, mist-like gas, carrying a fragrant aroma.

Having done all this, Mu Chen picked up a cup of milk tea straight from the ground and poured it directly over the coach's head. Offering not a shred of resistance, the coach was thoroughly drenched in the liquid, evoking the strange image of a nursing infant.

"Prodigy, your strength is by no means inferior to mine. Why don't you speak of yourself?" the old man said earnestly.

This burly man following behind Dusen Green was Anderson, who had only just returned to York City.

In the arena tournament, they possessed the confidence to defeat Panshan; however, relying solely on physical strength without utilizing a single shred of true qi made it a truly daunting task.

Yang Cong had originally been a Heavenly Emperor—of which realm, he did not know, but it was incredibly formidable regardless.

"I didn't expect you to think this way in your heart. Regrettably, I cannot do it. If only I had met you at the very beginning, that would have been wonderful. But it seems my heart is difficult to change," Mu Chen said, his eyes turning a faint, dark red as he drew a Yuxi cigarette, lit it, his body trembling slightly.

Listening to Zhou Yaqing's words, Ye Feng caught himself in surprise, a playful expression immediately surfacing on his face as he spoke to her.

"Is Teacher Ye rejecting me?" Chen Zi'ang asked with a smile, leaning his forehead against Ye Wei's.

This was not merely a matter of a few simple pictures; they possessed video, audio, recordings—everything.

At the same time, his slightly trembling hands tightened their grip on the spear shaft; though his lips mocked Wanyan Yindanzi, his heart was profoundly shaken by the man's strength.

He knew that man was the Master Xi who had recently risen to fame in the capital, now basked in the zenith of his power; though an outsider with no deep roots in the capital, as a crossing dragon, he was still a figure to be feared.

After agonizing the entire way, he arrived safe and sound at the center of Sunset Valley. No one raised a hand against him; the fact that Han Fei could leave the Sect Master's presence proved the Master had no wish to kill him, and under such circumstances, no one dared to touch him.

Pufferfish was a creature that even specialized chefs might mismanage at some point in their lives, failing to clean it entirely, and diners knew all too well that consuming it was a grand gamble.

"Go wander around Spirit City for a bit first; I have some matters to attend to over at Victoria's side." After a long silence, Leng Mo shook his head to stop dwelling on it, glanced back at Shen Ningshuang and the others, then looked down at Ye Qingning in his arms, gently stroking her hair as he spoke in a tender tone.

Yet, truth be told, the countenances of these men were either crude and heavily built or as thin as bamboo poles, lacking even a shred of the majestic aura proper to a prince's guard.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime also raised their protests; they could not possibly accept Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry having two champions, which was glaringly unfair to them.

The Golden Gryffindor family had deployed their family wizard order this time, alongside the Absolute Security Organization and the Holy Light Gryffindor, Zeus. Hera remained at the Golden Gryffindor Manor to prevent the Dark Lord from launching a sneak attack on their ancestral home while the four pure-blood families clashed with Professor Dumbledore.