Chapter 399: Finding Life in a Desperate Situation

"Fix it, and fast!" Li Chang'an commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "If you can't, I'll make sure you pay dearly for it!"

"Yes... yes..." Wang Ming dared not delay, lowering his head in a flurry of panic as he began to fumble with the device.

Li Chang'an stood by his side, watching him without blinking, terrified he might try some trick.

He knew in his heart that this might be their only hope.

If this Wang Ming truly could repair the communicator,

Zaixun looked at Chen Ning's tall, upright military posture. Instead of taking offense at Chen Ning's failure to kneel, he smiled and said, "Good, a true soldier's bearing. Sit." In truth, high officials of the Qing Dynasty had already tacitly accepted that officers would substitute military salutes for kneeling.

Sure enough, only moments after the old man vanished, two more men in black crept stealthily into the Yun family ancestral hall. Qing Yue and Nan Changqing exchanged a thoughtful look, and then both burst into laughter.

Even if Cui Feng were currently at his peak, at the ninth layer of Qi Condensation, he lacked the confidence to kill an opponent like the Venerable of the Clouds or the Green-robed Traveler. Yet, two ninth-layer Qi Condensation disciples from the Great Konglong Cave had accomplished just that—it was as fantastical as two lambs biting a prime tiger to death.

The sky darkened abruptly, as though a torrential downpour were imminent. The monstrous geniuses behind Nalan Yingying scattered completely as a terrifying, suffocating pressure spread through the air.

Shi Tianhai said, "I didn't expect you to finally come to terms with it, Big Brother." Shi Feng naturally had to, for apart from acceptance, he knew not what else he could possibly do.

The moment she finished speaking, the residence within the fragrance garden collapsed with a resounding crash into a heap of timber.

Wang Lingyun thought to herself: Now, even if I must demand it from him, I cannot be too violent. Violence cannot solve everything. Violence cannot solve everything. Violence cannot solve everything.

"Unbelievable, even I never expected things to develop this way!" Old Zhou suppressed his excitement, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

Xia Jie silently gripped the steering wheel, reigning in an expression that nearly saw a thirty-year-old man lose his composure, weeping silent tears within his heart.

Outside the window, the setting sun sank gradually and the drizzle faded away. A evening breeze gently stirred the grass in the courtyard, showcasing its beauty under the shroud of the sunset glow. Scattered, mottled shadows of trees swayed in the wind, while bursts of frog croaks and occasional insect chirps etched the unique vitality of summer.

Ye Se Dang Kong shook his head and said, "The benefits and treatment at Tian Ran Meng were already comparable to a super guild. Now, with Chen Fang as a shining brand name, if Tian Ran Meng starts headhunting, how many people in your Zui He Feng do you think could withstand the temptation?"

"Tian Shuangshuang, get out here." Tian Feilong did not dare enter, shouting at the top of his lungs from just outside the door.

The breath control was remarkably steady, the mixed-voice technique expertly refined; during such a long stretch of the high-pitched chorus, not a single breath intake could be heard.

The two exchanged a glance and split up, one to the left and one to the right, preparing to steal the oxygen tanks and leave this place as early as possible to prevent any mishaps.

Five years ago, the disappearance of the Chen