25 Brown Sugar Flatbread

"Borrowing a plane from Uncle Shan to visit an uninhabited island—Uncle, you really have a way with things..." Pouting, Yuanhan still sounded quite displeased.

Muttering a few words to himself, Lin Xiao felt a stir in his heart and suddenly blurted out, "Who exactly are you?" But the old man’s voice had already vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed at all.

"I have often heard you speak of celestial myths while in the mortal realm. Pray tell, have you ever spoken of my affairs to others?" Xiangyi asked suddenly.

Bing Ziqian did not seem surprised by this question. He merely smiled elegantly and remained silent, neither denying nor confirming.

Such silence was oppressive and cruel, like heavy thunder striking his heart beat by beat. It was a painful, unavoidable, and helpless feeling, leaving him unable to resist.

Tilting his head back, Wen Qiyan closed his eyes slightly. He let out a heavy sigh, his mind a complete blank.

Looking at the suggestions collected, Yang Tong’s face turned livid with anger. He truly did not know what to say about the caliber of these students.

Once inside the taxi, Lin Xinyao’s tears began to pour down instantly. It seemed she had been holding them back for a long time and only dared to let them flow now.

"It seems that is the only way. But it’s a deal—we’ll eat together tonight." Lin Yuhao stopped insisting.

Old Madam Jia lifted her eyelids and glanced at Madam Xing indifferently, causing Madam Xing’s heart to skip a beat. She keenly sensed that the old lady’s attitude toward her had changed.

"If I had known that when Aunt Min asked me if I was looking to pursue Xinxin, I would have just agreed. Just think, having a peerless powerhouse as a mother-in-law wouldn't be bad at all." Zhang Sanfeng appeared full of regret.

I turned and walked inside. While passing the flower bed, I vaguely heard screams coming from the house and, terrified, I hurriedly crossed the front courtyard and ran toward the building. However, because of my new shoes, I twisted my foot after only a few steps. Enduring the pain, I kicked off my shoes and threw them aside, then ran barefoot toward the house.

The sky tonight was devoid of stars. If not for the thick layer of clouds blanketing the horizon, what one would see looking up now would not be this ink-dark expanse.

"That jade pendant is a Grotto-Heaven Talisman, a jade talisman of the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven. With it, one can go to the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven to cultivate." The half-demon Yu Zheng said with visible excitement.

The Emperor seemed unsatisfied with this alone; a eunuch stepped forward holding a tray bearing a brilliant, radiant phoenix hairpin. Had it not been a gift from the Emperor or Empress, only an Empress or an Imperial Noble Consort would have been qualified to wear it.

Moreover, the late Emperor had passed away so suddenly. A high official with black hair in the prime of his life like him, having been the recipient of the late Emperor's immense grace, had harbored ambitions all predicated on the late Emperor’s reign. With a new Emperor on the throne, if he were not broken and tamed anew, he might prove difficult to wield—though, this was merely a tactic for dealing with hounds.

These soldiers from the Kingdom of Dadien, disguised as refugees, exchanged glances and were taken aback.

Zhang Sanfeng did not want to be involved anymore. In his own words, there were too many entanglements here; he didn't even understand Xue'er's true identity yet.

When I opened my eyes, an underdeveloped infant face was staring at me from close range, its small eyes glinting with an evil light.

My hand hovered a centimeter from his brow, unable to descend, just as the distance between them grew wider and wider.

Ziyan smiled slightly, a hint of affection adding warmth to her beautiful face—a change even Ziyan herself was unaware of. Since when had a phoenix developed feelings, let alone love?

After Wan Ningzhu finished speaking, Xing Shaoming remained expressionless, but the face of Ce Caiha'er, walking behind her, turned pale.

"That is a question I should be asking you! You have trespassed into the territory of my Sea Demon clan, and now you have the audacity to declare war. I wonder what kind of arrogant and ignorant faction you represent," the old man scolded.

Is it my fault I didn't master traditional characters? Is it my fault I didn't memorize Tang and Song poetry? Is it my fault that I spent my spare time studying the art of food? Was there any need to look down on me like that?

The two nodded, closed their eyes, and under a slumber spell cast by Fatty Sheep, drifted quietly into sleep.

Luo Tian nodded and said, "True. Although our stories are different, our goals are the same—we both need to be strong." As he said this, he extended his left hand.

Zhong Qiao felt like crying; her mother had grown several white hairs lately because of her affairs.

Feng Yao bit her lip to keep from crying, but she felt a sudden, inexplicable sorrow. Being surrounded by that familiar scent again made everything feel strangely unreal.

After annihilating those three fourth-level archmages, no one continued to shadow Lin Wei. Naturally, Lin Wei had no interest in provoking others, choosing instead to wait for the emergence of the object with the powerful aura.

As the spirit milk dripped in, a stream of information was fed back into the mind of Ye Yan, the owner of the Investiture of the Gods. The Human List indicated that after the restoration by the spirit milk, Huang Sanlang was no longer in a near-death state and could finally be summoned.

This was not surprising; ordinary folks, not wealthy tycoons, saw buying a house as the defining event of a lifetime. Some had never bought a home at all, working their own ancestral land for generations. Who had the time or inclination to pay attention to such things?

Together, he and Meng Qingtong weighed at least one hundred and sixty or seventy catties. The giant eagle, clad in refined steel armor and blades on its back, head, belly, wings, and talons, carried a weight of no less than five hundred catties.

With the pressure of the attack gone, the four imperial guards who had been knocked down managed to retreat to their own camp with the help of the city guards.