Volume One, Chapter 60: The Fall of a Warlord

The officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Grand Herald Department behind King Xuan dared not even breathe, and the atmosphere inside the great hall had grown tense to the extreme.

Ivanka Trump, renowned as a celebrated socialite, was a name that resonated throughout the entire Qingzhou star region. Ordinary mortals might not recognize Ivanka Trump, but having once mingled within the circles of the idle rich, how could Feng Feiyang possibly not know of her?

He had come with high hopes, but upon arrival, Lin Shihao found himself disappointed time and again.

Yet as for what Su Mu said, Amelia was obviously unconvinced; she merely thought that Su Mu was brushing her off.

Wu Gou wore a harmless smile, and after the seven-gun salute had finished, Hasdrubal was nearly collapsing on the deck. At this moment, the heavily armored marines had already assembled on deck and, following the commands of their captain, began to disembark one by one along the gangway.

Beneath the same shadowed curtain, in a guesthouse in the main city of Taiyuan Prefecture, another “Mu Qingyan” was feeling utterly miserable.

Regarding Sylvia, the seemingly innocent yet cunning young girl, Tang Huang understood her well through the plot; her so-called crippled legs were merely a psychological affliction. Because she had someone to rely on, she simply did not believe she could stand again, so she never even tried.

Lin Shihao intended to chat with the two people beside him, since he had watched this movie more than once and was so familiar with it that he could barely stand to see it again.

He knew well that this cat was unpredictable and aggressive. If it returned and found them sneaking food, it would likely get angry, and conflict would be inevitable and troublesome.

Nowadays, whenever horror films are mentioned, they are almost always defined as bad movies, which was why she had advised Lin Shihao against making such films.

“That’s right, it’s a challenge. We were just collecting medicine in the pharmacy as usual, and without a word, they threw out our medicinal ingredients. So…” These immortals’ magical abilities were quite feeble; even when confronted by those who came to provoke them, they were at a loss for how to respond.

Ye Tian rolled his eyes incessantly. “Troublesome” was his catchphrase, and now even Fen had learned it.

The proverb “nine out of ten gamblers lose” was well understood, yet despite this, many still came, hoping they would be the one to win, though in the end, losses far outweighed victories.

Seeing Qingyun’s shy expression, Ye Tian was struck once again. To be fair, Qingyun’s beauty was nearly on par with Chu Yu’s; among all the members of Jade Lake West Court, she was likely on the same level as Chu Yu and Cai Yan.

Zhong Yanwan spoke at length, explaining everything she could think of. Whether it was Xu Fang, Lin Xiangxue, or Zheng Xiulan, all were exceptionally gifted; Zhong Yanwan’s words were clearly imprinted in their minds.

At this moment, Beichen had already reached the vicinity of a blood island, his divine senses secretly extended to investigate what was happening within.

In the pool, a lotus bloomed in full glory—a single red lotus, dazzling and enchanting.

Beyond the towering cliffs, the sound of battle rang out; threads of battle intent, solidifying like divine gold and celestial iron, beams of light pierced the heavens, resembling swords of the gods cleaving through the ages.

Yet if things were handled as Chu Feng suggested, a single misstep could incite a backlash from all the forces within the Golden Triangle, causing them to unite under Chen Dongyan’s banner. For the Golden Triangle, this would be disastrous—a calamity beyond measure.

This sword was none other than the one he had seen in the Sword Cavern of Tianhan upon his first entrance to the sect, when he sought enlightenment—the great sword itself.