Chapter 74: Useless Teammate, Impossible to Carry

When guests arrive, it is only proper not to neglect them; at the very least, one must treat them to a meal.

At noon, they found themselves in an ordinary restaurant.

The three sat down together.

While eating, Chen Yang asked, "What brings you to see me?"

Yuer, sitting nearby, glanced disdainfully at the food but did not pick up her chopsticks.

Her full name was Yu Linglong, born of noble lineage, accustomed to silks and delicacies.

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At that moment, Shuangshuang was truly frightened. The two thugs were large and looked fiercely menacing.

Yin Shixiu was certainly not someone content to fall behind other technology enterprises; for the next year and a half, he devoted most of his energies to Yin Technologies.

Those who could come here were all renowned powers in this chaotic city, many of them longstanding figures whose true might was known only to a few. Not one of them was simple; in this protracted wait, no one spoke, each quietly observing the others.

He sat down as well, but seemed unsure where to place himself; he extended his arm to gently embrace her shoulders, only to withdraw it quickly.

"Your Majesty..." The Imperial Noble Consort called out nervously, as though wishing to persuade the Emperor.

"What you say is true," said Tai Shici bitterly. "The soldiers of Qiuli’s tribe rely on their swift horses. Before our army can even reach them, they have already withdrawn, making it impossible for us to force a decisive battle." Looking at the people of Youzhou suffering in the depths of hardship, Tai Shici was filled with rage and indignation.

The infernal fire, once swirling within the seal, vanished in the blink of an eye, revealing once more the vast, twisted region it had ravaged for nearly seven hundred thousand years: a place devoid of space, time, or substance, where only tangled dimensional data and residual information remained.

Only a faint trace of ozone, left behind by the electrolysis of the air, lingered, along with Lilith’s final words.

In truth, he was a good man; it was only the throne that corrupted. This thought brought a look of melancholy to his face.

He whistled leisurely, full of vigor and confidence, convinced that his journey had not been in vain.

Dongfang Ce still suppressed his cultivation at the eighth stage of Golden Immortal, his aura drawn in. For him, this realm was more than enough to utterly crush Wu Kuang.

If he remembered correctly, next week Ningning was going to Milan for the international fashion competition. Someone else wanted to go too—he knew that.

Chen Ze seemed oblivious to everything else, his fist unwavering as it slammed toward the Lord of Thunder.

Mingcheng warned Lin Shan, though they did not truly fear him. With the Earthly Fire Lotus about to mature, they held a measure of caution toward Lin Shan.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Shan’s body shone with burning blood energy. His swollen arms lifted a giant weighing thousands of tons, swinging the colossus like a mighty pendulum.

Ha, is that demon truly ill?! Yet she found no joy in it; her heart felt stifled and uneasy. Right now, Yu Zinuo was in utter turmoil. Qi Xuan’s trouble would surely wound Huangfu Lei—how could his frail body withstand it?

Such was the power of a celestial beast: immortal energy coursed through its body. Should its spiritual veins burst forth, its strength would become even more terrifying.

Qian Cong merely glanced at me and offered a faint smile. He walked directly to the front of the hall, took up an arrow, and set it steadily on the bowstring.

Leading Lin Shan’s group was an elder from the Bodhi Institute. As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished, leaving only an afterimage behind.

As we spoke, the two of us arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Collected Wisdom. The eunuch doorkeeper had just pushed the doors open when a wave of heat, mingled with the raucous atmosphere of the feast inside, surged toward us with overwhelming force.