Chapter 124: Easing of Tensions

Christina wanted to step forward at once but dared not; she could only follow her father and quietly sit down beside the celestial god Yakai.

The dragon’s body bore a massive wound, from which fresh blood trickled steadily. The surrounding area was scorched black, and an enticing aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air.

With a crisp tearing sound, Soga ripped open the clothing around Nico’s wound, revealing the gruesome injury concealed beneath. Although the life elixir was potent, it was most effective when applied directly to the wound.

“You blame me for not spending your birthday with you and for using Su Qing to hurt me. Later, when I disappeared, you were consumed by guilt.”

Their true engagement lasted only minutes, yet those few minutes revealed the full measure of each other’s strength. Only a genuine military organization could execute tactics with such flawless precision.

Moreover, the White Tower no longer welcomed common folk. Without status, position, or wealth, one had no right to enter. It had become a gathering place for aristocrats, and entry was a definitive symbol of prestige and influence.

Rong Qi instinctively turned her head aside. She hardly dared believe her own eyes: the melody was indeed being played in the rain, performed by a lone figure with a zither atop the elevated platform.

Beyond the transparent glass wall, through the towering entrance, one could see the distant blue sky and sea.

The shopkeeper’s face shifted from red to yellow, then green, and finally to a pale waxy hue. He uttered stammering sounds but could not form words, and with a thud, he collapsed to his knees.

“Old Brother Li, is that... a dragon?” A trembling man in his forties asked a man in his fifties beside him, named Lao.

Pepper was an imported luxury; in ancient times, possessing pepper—especially in abundance—was a mark of status and wealth.

Zhu Qing, seeing the noble’s ever-deepening prejudice against Brother Jiu, thought that if the official family fell, what would the queen consort be worth? She boarded the ship, and the two soon became allies.

In Song Tianzong’s mind was the image of the Azure Spirit King devastatingly destroying Xianyang. But was that what stood before him now?

Such matters cannot be healed by mere consolation; the wounds of the soul ultimately require the passage of time to mend.

Having realized this, Ye Zheng suddenly felt an acute pain in his heart, a deep, sorrowful ache.

With a sharp clap, he sprang up instantly, full of vitality. Reveling in the pleasant sensation in his hands, Ye Wei was intoxicated and delivered another swift slap.

A fireball, unable to change direction in time amid the dark shadows’ sudden turn, struck the wall directly, exploding into a cloud of smoke. Ye Wei narrowed his eyes and, through the dense smoke alongside Wang Linchong, charged into the alley.

The Empress Dowager, who had once declared that a family reunion was the greatest blessing, now had to watch helplessly as her most capable grandnephew risked his life, her expression turning grim.

“Hey, Rhododendron, have you delivered the goods? Why is there still no sign of movement?” The impatient voice of Ma Wei rang out.

Thus, after a lengthy wait, Uliana finally saw the outcome she had long hoped for.

Although their President Wu usually treated the student council kindly, he was merciless when someone erred. At this moment, would he speak up for herself?

She had gone to the tomb of Prince Qi early that morning, purchased a pile of offerings, ready to speak earnestly with the prince.

Exhausted, Leng Yue soaked in the bathwater prepared by Bei Yu. This rare moment of peace was disrupted by an irrelevant disturbance.

“I knew Ruoyao was the best!” Hearing Tang Ruoyao’s assurance, Wang Fangling joyfully gave her a big hug.

The two were terrified but trapped, with no escape. They could only close their eyes and await death. Strangely, the primordial spirit did not attack but instead asked if they would agree to a bargain. As the saying goes, when under someone’s roof, one must bow. In such a situation, the two dared not refuse and hastily nodded agreement.

Neither Bitter Melon nor Sida Wood concerned themselves with this; the two approached the man and subdued him from both sides.

Stroking Jing Lin’s head scales, Chen Xi smiled: she was his fiancée, also Ling’er.

Just as Ma Tiancheng felt strained, on the verge of success, a storage pouch at Bailinger’s waist stirred. Surprised, Ma Tiancheng reached out and, casting a spell, removed the pouch.

The soldiers had lost all hope; at this rate, even the immortals could not break free. Suddenly, hearing reinforcements had arrived, their despair ignited into hope, and they fought back fiercely against the Qin army.

“What do you mean it was stolen from our Han kingdom?” Chen Yan’s temper flared. Did he think sheer numbers mattered?

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The mage’s chaotic power did not stem from any deity; he cared for nothing... yet he truly wished to erect this tower. And as long as the tower was built, the king cared for nothing as well.

“Are you here to witness my victory tonight?” Dougriath smiled with surprise.

The Beast Blood Sovereign had always been displeased that the world ranked him only third behind the Black and White Divine Palaces.

After Deng Liwei announced, the visiting team’s locker room fell into deeper silence. No one knew how long they waited until staff finally called them out. Yet no one moved, for outside was no longer a battlefield nor a war but a ceremony of surrender.

This kind of car—Tang Feng’s county had it too—an Audi with four rings. Locals in Beijing were wealthy; even a farmer like Chen Yan’s half-brother drove an Audi.

“Heh heh, same to you.” I shamelessly said, “Now that Lingling’s not managing me, of course I’m going to enjoy myself with a few fairies.”