Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One: Upheaval in Azure Province

At night, a vast black shadow suddenly blotted out the moonlight as it appeared over Cangzhou, seeming to have come from far beyond the Southern Sky Continent and now making landfall there.

In the pale wash of moonlight, one could barely make out what it truly was: an immense warship, larger than any city, its hull weather-beaten and old with the breath of countless years. It was also stained with many mottled traces of blood, no longer red, but blackened by time.

Not far away stood a small clan whose strongest member was only at the ninth level of breath cultivation. Very soon, one of the disciples awake at night noticed something amiss and stared in shock at the giant black shape making its way eastward.

"My heavens!"

"What is that!"

"What a huge ship!"

And this was still only because, in Chongqing, the National Government had too many reasons to hold back and had not unleashed artillery or other heavy firepower; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The ice python opened its gaping maw, and from its enormous, terrifying fangs dripped strands of venom. Just one drop would be enough to kill.

He staggered back a few steps. The young master had never said such things before; could it be that this was truly what he had been thinking all along? Did he regard him as nothing more than a servant, a menial slave?

"Yi, let's play rock-paper-scissors, all right?" Yue Li said ingratiatingly as she leaned toward Bai Yi.

Su Ranqing had not followed Ximen Yi's orders to complete the task and was deeply worried that he would punish her. Yet Ximen Yi instead had someone bring her a play ticket for Huai Lan Pavilion, saying it was to help her pass the time and soothe her boredom.

At some point, the door to the hospital room had been closed, and Liang Yimo, in the quiet stillness of that bright afternoon, had grown sleepy.

Yang Ruoli fell silent at once. After a long while, she said, "I'm only speaking the truth. Chen Zhaoyang is terrifying too."

This was the first time Liang Yimo had ever seen another expression on the housekeeper's face, like the affection and concern of an elder for a younger generation.

After changing into her slippers and walking into the living room, she found that the kitchen light was still on. Half doubtful, she went over.

"Let that tiger eat him alive. I want him eaten alive," Shangguan Ao said to the man, word by word, his gaze fixed upon him.

Yet Ma Long felt it was all a little too easy. For such a grand scene, there was always a sense of a story that began with thunder and ended with a whimper.

He was really too gentle and too naive.

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