Chapter 13181 — Young Master Lin
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
At Jiang Taiping's level, he was not yet worthy of knowing Wei Zhao's identity.
Awkward as it was, Jiang Taiping dared not harbor the slightest resentment in his heart. If this man truly stood as an equal to Zhao Gongming, then he was indeed far beyond his reach.
Jiang Taiping at once composed his expression and offered his apologies: "Young Master Lin, my subordinates are ignorant and have given offense. I will deal with this immediately."
With that, he turned straight to Jiang Liu and said, "From this moment on, you are no longer the manager of my Taiping Book Market. You are never to set foot in my Taiping Book Market again!"
One sentence, and Jiang Liu's livelihood was gone....
Just as the black shadow was about to approach the feet of the two, a sun-wheel blade stabbed into the ground in an instant, pinning it firmly in place.
Even after all the spiritual energy within that peak-grade spirit stone was exhausted, Lin Xiaoyao's final transformation was still not complete.
But Eriri felt that certain of her fantasies about the profession of magus had suffered a definite rupture.
She keenly sensed something strange in this turn of events, but by now there was no other way out. Weilai's expression turned stern.
The shadows lingered beside the monsters with a trace of reluctant restlessness, seeming as though they might swell in size at any moment and swallow them whole in one gulp—whether or not they could actually do it, the sight was truly terrifying to behold.
Because he was the eunuch in charge of the cold palace, the guards could not make up their minds either. Whether or not to let Lu Tianming in still required asking those inside.
Ma Jing swung down from his horse and followed Zhao Zishun into the conference hall, where a great round table that could seat forty or fifty people stood. Now all that remained was to wait for the runners to gather the officials together.
After the fresh rain on the empty mountain, the sky turned to late autumn. Who wrote such beautiful scenery? If life were as at first meeting, what would the autumn wind and sorrow amount to—and who wrote such purity?
Seeing that Lu Tianming could afford to buy roast duck and wore fine clothes, the vendor was certain he was a man of no small means, and reckoned there was a good chance of selling a book today.
But only he understood that the vice mayor was the prized disciple of some high official in the provincial party committee—his backing was astonishingly formidable.
Then, whether the imperial dao rules within his own body fell into disorder, or some unfathomable and eerie event occurred in the surrounding cosmic environment, even if he sensed the anomaly, having no time to expel it would render it all useless.
Thus, beginning half a yuanhui ago, the Qiushan Tiger Clan formed exploration teams to seek targets in the void and seize universes.
Countless gazes stared blankly at the young figure emerging from the spatial passage. Even with Guyuan's composure, at this moment he could not help but show utter disbelief. Though a Di-realm soul did not inspire the same terror as a true Dou Di powerhouse, it was nonetheless connected to that level—and formidable beyond measure.
"What is special about you? Could you tell us?" Wu Cheng paid no heed to Wu Yi's concern for Yichen, and instead put the question to Yichen.
The Holy Flame Guardian—standing a full head and more taller than the black bear—simply extended his right hand and pushed at it. An action like this, so long as it caused no harm, would not be judged an attack; this was why Xu Yun chose to release the Holy Flame Guardian rather than a seventh-tier Blazing Sun Knight.
Now that the two sides could not coexist peacefully, the Portuguese court and populace alike began to discuss how they should respond.