Chapter 48: The Rift
The weekly private meeting took place as usual in the council chamber, a space capable of overlooking a large expanse of the imperial city, furnished with lavishness yet tinged with a profound desolation.
The heavy metal doors were tightly shut, cutting off all sounds from the outside world.
On either side of the long table, Long Yuan and Shuang Ming sat in silence, while in the main seat between them sat Xi Yao, his expression ashen.
The air was stagnant, heavy like the dead calm before a storm, suffocating enough to make one gasp for breath.
The tacit understanding and harmony of the past were no more, leaving behind only—
"When did this happen?" Lian Li's tone softened slightly, his previous anger dissipating somewhat, replaced by a growing sense of admiration in his eyes.
Fang Yue glanced over repeatedly. Usually, Qiu Shiyan favored martial attire that carried a hint of heroic vigor, and she rarely wore dresses.
It was a terrifying transformation; some of them turned gold, while others turned silver. At first, they were merely coated with a faint sheen, but as their bodies expanded, the changes grew increasingly distinct, as though they had been infected by the twin dragons of gold and silver.
The atmosphere around the table was quite harmonious. The only thing that could be considered strange was something that only Zuo Youyu would be able to notice.
"It feels just like an ordinary person. I was just wondering whether someone like me, transformed into this state, still retains a mirror soul within my body? If anything goes wrong, I would have let those two down." Seeing that the two of them wouldn't stop talking, Xi Shuang walked over involuntarily to listen in and see what topic could possibly be discussed for so long.
After putting away the formation, I pushed open the door and sensed for spiritual energy. However, the school was thoroughly clean, with no trace of turbid aura to be found.
Uncle Lin from the Lin Family Village was simply a deformed product long since crafted by this cult during its scouting of Yayao Mountain.
As soon as Han Dong took the phone, it rang. While answering the call, Han Dong held her hand.
Yet what could this possibly prove? Could it prove that he was connected to this matter? Zhou Pu had not been at the company for long, and he did not wish to shoulder matters that weren't his or bring trouble upon himself.
The doctor instructed me not to let the wound touch water for the next half month, and to return to the hospital for a check-up if any infection occurred. I was told not to scratch it even if it itched, otherwise it would leave a scar. I only heard half of the doctor's lengthy instructions before my mind unconsciously drifted off, and whatever he said afterward went completely in one ear and out the other.
Upon seeing her left hand, all his pain came rushing back. No one knew how much more difficult his internal struggle was. As the saying goes, flowers in a mirror and the moon on the water cannot be truly grasped; in the end, it all amounts to nothing.
Over the next hour, the remaining cultivators took turns stepping onto the stage to showcase their items. Aside from two cultivators who failed to get what they wanted, all the others successfully exchanged for items close to their hearts.
Watching her drink wine by the bowl and eat meat by the chunk, and listening to her inspiring words, I could not help feeling a sense of admiration for her.
"Brother Yi Yang, we're not full." Hei Jing and Hei Mie held their chopsticks, staring at Ning Haidan as she devoured her food, wearing expressions of utter depression.
It seemed that Bi Hua's abhorrence for Mo Qingyan had reached its absolute limit, perhaps on account of the fake Mo Feili.
Cutting off the telepathic connection, Zhang Shaofei teleported back to Earth once more. "Mother Earth, I have returned, but I need to turn Earth's time back by half a year, is that alright?" Zhang Shaofei asked via telepathy.
Dapeng spun his spear in a flashy arc, sending a pitch-black demonic aura surging up the God-Killing Spear. The dark energy rolled and churned, gradually spreading across Dapeng's entire body. Sun Wukong was startled; faintly, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes and razor-sharp white fangs emerge from within the black mist, accompanied by what sounded like a sinister sneer.
Among the three generations of the old Guan family, Guan Hongda was slick and sophisticated, and Guan Xiaojun was ruthless and merciless, whereas only Guan Yunshan was upright and possessed a bottom line in all he did. Consequently, he strongly disapproved of Guan Xiaojun's proposals.
You Qing smiled with narrowed eyes, burying her head against his chest. Soon, accompanied by the gentle sound of her breathing, she appeared to have fallen asleep.
The sparrow collapsed right at my feet, covered in blood and convulsing continuously. Yet its gloomy eyes stared fixedly at me, completely defiant, while its throat wheezed heavily with ragged breaths.