Chapter 97: The Argument

After Su Li finished speaking, he turned to the imperial physician and asked, “Physician Zhou, you are a master healer. Tell me, should you diagnose His Majesty’s pulse here, or would it be better to first settle His Majesty in the palace before beginning treatment?”

At this moment, Ye Yue also asked, “Physician Zhou, what do you think?”

Physician Zhou found himself inexplicably caught between the two of them.

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As that mass of dark figures pressed toward the divine platform, everyone fell silent, awe flickering in their eyes as they gazed at the distant heavens. In their ears, the tremendous unrest still echoed and spread.

Just as Zeng Lei was about to speak again, Zeng Lin called out to him from across the way. Zeng Lei quickly responded, complaining with a tearful face, “Ah, I have to go sell wine again. I can’t even play for long.” With that, he returned to his family’s wine stall.

Dragons of flame roared from the sacred furnace, spewing fire from their mouths as if they would incinerate the sky itself and melt the stars.

Scrolls were of little value. An ordinary Earth Profound Stone could fetch three premium spirit stones, but the market price was just one for every three.

Situ Qin, filled with indignation, suddenly unleashed an intense aura before growing proud and self-satisfied.

As soon as Wang Fan left the Guesthouse of Returning Visitors, he hurried away without delay. Finding a secluded spot, he took out the token that Xu Hui had given him, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Anyone below the Divine Realm of the Three Flowers Converging at the Crown would stand no chance against an attack from the Hidden Dragon Jade Pendant.

The Daoists had their advantages—being close to the source meant they benefited first. But there was a drawback: if too many fierce outsiders arrived, it was uncertain whether the local powers could even survive.

Before Chen Teng departed, he set up a defensive array around the villa to prevent anyone from barging in carelessly and disturbing the cultivation of his parents and Mengyao.

Such monsters were best left to the assassins on the Killers’ List. With their strength, any attempt would be nothing more than marching to their deaths as cannon fodder.

A mouthful of spittle landed directly on Wang Ting’s face, causing his expression to darken instantly.

Not far in front of them, a giant python, thicker than Lin Hao’s thigh, was gliding by. Its colorful muscles rippled along its body, presenting a terrifying sight.

So, which was stronger—the path of control he had walked, or the one before him? Was it a matter of teamwork or solo combat?

She then opened a large, rotating shoe cabinet, revealing rows upon rows of neatly arranged slippers.

Yamato frowned deeply. She could neither guess nor imagine the answer, so for now, all she could do was stop the Ivysaur from continuing its actions.

Lin Hao pressed against her soft, warm chest, yet his heart could not calm. Suddenly having a father felt as unreal as a dream.

Although the Tang Clan had declined, and she lived in seclusion deep in the mountains, everything necessary was present. The entrance to the Tang Clan might appear deserted, but in the shadows, Qin Shiyu could sense ten formidable presences. Of course, their strength was relative—due to age and power.

As the young man finished speaking, the faces of the disciples from the Heavenly Cloud Sect darkened.

Once the van was moved, Murong Wanwan started her Porsche, slowly steering around the van. With a roar from the engine, she disappeared at the end of the road.

Ike stretched his body, and finding nothing amiss, immediately began packing his belongings.

Fang Susu ordered an Americano, added three packets of sugar, and looked up to find Zhan Rou frowning at her.

It was not just a burning pain in the throat; worse still, his internal organs were damaged. Even breathing was unbearable. It was hard to imagine that, in such a state, he had not yet collapsed and was still able to march forward, dragging his chains.