Chapter 13164 — Sister Qing'er, Rest Assured

Su Qing remained half convinced and half doubtful.

Still, it was a matter internal to another squad, and she was not in a position to press further.

At this, Zhang Baiyu spoke up from the side: "A grade-five divine box may yield an immortal-grade divine artifact, but there is nearly a fifty-fifty chance it yields nothing at all."

"Compared with a bona fide immortal-grade artifact like the Mirror That Illuminates Me, I'm afraid it still falls considerably short, no?"

"That hardly counts as equal stakes."...

The silver-serpent lightning that flickered through it could even pierce the cloud layers, travelling along the air itself, so that the rogue cultivators of the Three Hidden Isles trembled in their hearts and drew back three paces in unison.

Even Que Yue, whose frame of mind was excellent, found her spirits badly soured after enduring a shipwreck.

"Dignity is not begged for, and surrender is laughable; effort is always repaid, so grit your teeth and do your best!" The vigorous, powerful song parted the lingering mist in the mountain ravine, and its waves pressed ring upon ring into the valley, echoing there long after.

He had not yet reached the age for leaving the palace to establish his own residence, and so, imperceptibly, the chances of encountering this person had multiplied.

The two of them came back to themselves, as though only now noticing Jinyi's presence; they glanced at him, then turned their heads away, each in his own direction, without a word.

In their panic, they knocked over several water buckets and toppled chairs and tables as they went, a thoroughly bedraggled spectacle.

"What? How is that possible? How could I, the Holy Thief, ever let anyone see me steal?" Moli cried out in astonishment.

Everyone nodded. On this point they had no choice but to admire Bai Qi—his ability to train troops had indeed exceeded their imaginings, and the results were astonishingly good. So they were full of anticipation and affirmation for the expansion and drilling of the army that Bai Qi would undertake next.

"I think you'd better first consider whether you'll live to see the divine beast at all," Hua Qianruo said, dashing a basin of cold water without mercy over the excited Hua Qianli and hauling her back to reality.

"Her Majesty need not worry overmuch. Though Youran came to treat Your Majesty's illness, it was also by that very chance that she gained the opportunity to visit Xili."

Meanwhile, in the Suihe Hotel of the imperial capital, the research team and the negotiation team from the United States were gathered in their rooms as well.

Never mind that wild kelp was now exceedingly rare; even if one stumbled upon a specimen, trying to haul a single ribbon hundreds of meters long through the peril-laden ruins of New York would be little short of courting death.

All of these had been entered into the table by the brothers; recorded there were precisely the life-wasting chores that the Fu couple were unwilling to do.

The watching students all gloated, snickering to themselves, and the moment the vice president departed, the snickers burst into a roar of laughter.

Precisely for that reason, however much she found this agent detestable, Chen Ningbai could only swallow her anger for now, lacking any strong backing.

Everyone must answer for their words and deeds. Those few, without a shred of solid evidence, dared to fabricate facts and recklessly discuss others, and moreover to overstep their station against their superiors—was it not only a matter of time before they were taught a lesson?

He had not expected the other party to be so bold; little did he know that the middle-aged man, seeing how highly he esteemed this savior before him, was naturally much reassured at this moment.

He had been promoted to major at a young age, needing both skill and brains in equal measure, yet now, looking at the man in the wheelchair, he still felt a sense of inadequacy, as though his own mind fell short.

As personages of consequence, they too had seen a good deal of the world, and had encountered no small number of madmen.

The Fengwu Sword seemed not yet to have had its fill of play; its tip darted with a "swoosh" straight at Lord Hu's eyes, frightening him into falling flat on the ground at once, bawling for his life, that voice fit to raise the roof so shrill and piteous it might have been a pig-slaughtering scene.

Fang Zheng had been a good-for-nothing, yet he was, after all, a martial cultivator, and his starting point in status, identity, and resources had been higher than theirs.

Chen Yun frowned, watching the iron cavalry draw ever nearer—his crossbow bolts posed no threat to them at all. Damn it. He shouted again.

"Should I try to keep her?" Huo Xiangkong pondered for several seconds, but in the end he still could not make up his mind.