Chapter 94: The Chaos of Stone-Throwing

For Leo, marching toward Rome was likewise a path from which there could be no return. The Holy See was exceedingly powerful. So powerful that if Leo gave up this opportunity, he would soon be beset by other forces, and not even the system could save him then. Yet the Holy See was also weak. So weak that, for all its grandeur, it lacked the ability to swiftly assemble an army to defend Rome. The bloated and ponderous church, along with its misguided policies, had led to this situation.

Now, all he needed was to wait quietly for Gary’s reply. He didn’t need to know what they were saying; it was enough to know that Gary would not harm them. That alone sufficed.

“I didn’t expect that, after months, she could still recognize me by my silhouette. But I mustn’t turn around, mustn’t turn around,” Zhao Fei silently recited to himself.

Additionally, the Honor Token Exchange system was opened. Players could exchange any equipment above mid-level Immortal grade for an Honor Token.

The Black Iron Golem missed its strike. It quickly retracted its arms, clasped them together, and swept toward Lane in the direction he had dodged.

I immediately went out and spent nearly ten thousand gold coins repairing my gear to pristine condition, then stocked up half my pack with mana potions—all of them outrageously expensive. Some were prepared for Qin Yun and Ling Yue, so we could set off. With Qin Yun present, I likely wouldn’t even have the chance to use health potions.

By then, the Jiang family’s reputation would be ruined, and in front of the company’s subordinates, their influence would naturally wane.

Zhao Fei did not deny this. Yet now, he realized that Liu Bei’s inscrutable expression astonished him. For whether in his gaze, facial expression, or the tiniest movements, Zhao Fei could discern nothing useful.

“All right, you may return to your training!” Long Banshan waved his hand, dismissing them.

The young man knew something had gone wrong. He immediately took down the sign, closed the door, and locked it.

It had been Xiao Han, in a fit of anger, who had caused the incident at the time, though no one knew it; those aware were limited to a few street toughs, city guards, and a single police officer.

This apology contained more sincerity, a touch of coquettishness, a hint of mischief—just enough to soothe Luo Boyan’s anger. Luo Boyan smiled magnanimously and accepted the tea cup.

Li Zhichen also looked toward the monk. The monk wore crimson robes, appeared to be in his forties, and held prayer beads in his hand, his face gentle and kind. Li Zhichen’s heart stirred; he was an old acquaintance.

Several days after entering the meteorite zone, Tie Zheng, ignoring his pain, suddenly gritted his teeth and accelerated, using countless meteorites as cover to widen the distance once again.

For nearly twenty years, the Ming dynasty had expanded its territory and triumphed repeatedly, conquering the American continent and, at one time, holding over eighty million square kilometers of vast lands, establishing the true majesty of a superior Ming dynasty. Whether commoner or official, all Ming people faced foreign nations with a certain pride.

“Do you know where those two came from when they arrived at the royal court?” Liu Tianhao pressed further.

Basin after basin of ingredients were poured in—bamboo shoots, mushrooms, some seafood, and, of course, a variety of medicinal herbs.

Although Shang Jingxing disliked socializing, his performance in class today proved he was not inept—he simply found it troublesome.

Just months ago, Tianya Mansion City lived in constant fear, but since the arrival of Foolish Tianmen, everything had changed. Idle people found work, the markets grew lively, and soon they dined on magical beast meat. Now, thousands of miles of plains had been created, as if in a dream.

This fellow, being Professor Jiang’s student, must be from Z University, so he couldn’t possibly be unfamiliar with Director Fu of the Academic Office.

Everyone expected that Nangong Po’s palm would either kill Wanyan Zongwang or leave him crippled, but to their surprise, Wanyan Zongwang stood several yards away, unharmed, his footing steady. Only then did the crowd realize that Nangong Po had no intention of killing, and Shangguan Yun quickly sheathed his sword.