38 The Thirty-Eighth Iron Pillar

"Senior Brother, does this guy really deserve such serious attention from you?" Ye Jian withdrew his gaze, and Xi Zifeng, dressed in silver palace attire beside Beifang Xiu, suddenly asked.

Shen Juren turned to Shen Rui's courtyard, staring at the three locks on the side chamber door. They looked incredibly eyesore to him, and he nearly ordered someone to smash them open on the spot.

After following the guards out, the burly man waited at the entrance, and the moment he saw Li Youran appear, he immediately followed him.

His sensory abilities had also greatly improved. In particular, the whisker-like hairs growing on his chin and neck allowed him to sensitively detect the movement of the surrounding water. These whiskers served both as a second pair of eyes and as protection for his vital neck area, proving extremely practical.

"Imperial orders are difficult to defy. Whether their journey is arduous or not is not for us to worry about; we only need to focus on completing this task at hand," the Seventeenth Prince replied.

"I'll go draw him out. Keep a close watch on his position!" The leader of the men in black gripped his submachine gun with both hands and began to charge toward the spot where Qin Chuan was hiding.

When the Rising Sun Tribe arrived, several figures in snow-white robes recorded the names and detailed information of the three of them with expressionless faces.

However, things had reached this point; even if Jiang Hua did not want to offend Huo Lili, he could not back down. If he were to retreat now, how would he, Young Master Jiang, ever hold his head high in Hong Kong again?

"Of course." Luo Lin had been prepared. He took a dwarf musket from his spatial storage and handed it to Molly, who then passed it to Verzack.

On a lacquer tray lay a plump golden pheasant, an arrow piercing its back at a slant, revealing snowy white fletching.

In truth, Yi Le was also quite nervous, but Emilia was already very unsettled, and he could not afford to drop his facade of being a mastermind in control.

This was completely different from what they had initially thought. If these humans before them were truly powerful, they might have left long ago.

Although the Lu Clan was one of the four great families in the city, everyone knew that in the eyes of Qiaobaling Si, these so-called four great families were nothing but paper tigers. A single rank-general expert could resist the entire family. Clearly, his change in attitude surprised everyone present.

Most of those around him had come with the intention of watching a show, but Li Yuyun simply couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind.

Growing more familiar with Eriri, Yi Le began to act more casually. Before, he would never have dared to do so.

After all, Ye Kong's name was still bright red. If he were killed by Fafnir, all his equipment would drop. However, he dared not return to turn in the quest yet—Andrea had clearly withheld information; she might have known about the existence of 'Fafnir' all along and merely sent them to confirm it.

Back in the city, Qin Qiong and the other generals had returned, but the officials were at their wits' end. Trapped in Muyang City, three months had passed before they knew it, and the grain and fodder were gradually running out.

"Since that is the case, I will not force you. Fellow Daoist, go and rest; do not be like this tomorrow," Fang Yun said calmly, seemingly harboring no suspicions.

With a shout, Zhang Jiuling treated the ball of flames as if it were nothing, piercing straight through it. His speed, rather than slowing, increased, and he went in hot pursuit of Zhu Yan. Their speeds remained evenly matched.

As for the other four who attended the birthday banquet, Sang Meiying certainly wouldn't follow them to Wanjin County, You Li was busy with her law correspondence exams and couldn't get away, and Shang Luo and Liu Yutao found it inconvenient to join, so they left early together in their own car.

Shortly after he left the underground passage, a dark shadow appeared where Lu Qiushi had previously been lying.

The next morning, Lu Qiushi asked Manager Wei for a day off and called Liu Heng to go to Shou'an Temple in the Northern City. His reason for calling Liu Heng was simple: he needed a driver.

"Yes! I came here this time to tell you about the Poison Emperor. I hope you can find him. As for the people around him, I will take care of them for you," Ding Mian said.

"Young Master Luo, no problem. Waiting for a period of time within a year is fine. I will inform the Supreme Ancestor," Zhou Yong laughed happily. He had finally completed a task entrusted to him by the Supreme Ancestor.

Wang Jianzhi was stunned. He could hardly believe that these subordinates, whom he usually ordered about at will, were actually willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

Clem felt a bitter sensation in his heart and couldn't help but sigh silently, secretly asking himself: what purpose could this alliance of people who share the same bed but have different dreams serve? Was there even a need for it to exist?

The changes in his Dantian Qi sea were very stable; Li Si himself did not know what realm he would eventually reach.

"No! I cannot abandon you!" Yang Suifeng said resolutely, hoisting Nie Lang onto his back. Nie Lang struggled anxiously, but Yang Suifeng refused to let him go no matter what.

Compared to the lively atmosphere outside the golden tent, the atmosphere here was somewhat eerie. Everyone ate in silence; there was no loud laughter, no clinking of glasses...

"Three hundred coins... *cough cough*... is three hundred coins acceptable?" Having learned the lesson from the ballista last time, Gongyin Dao, standing behind Huang Xie, wanted to speak but held back, only muttering to himself. Zhao Shu, the Zuotu of the Jing Party, also doubted that a waterwheel could be built for that price. He only hoped the King of Chu would not probe too deeply, but he did not expect the King of Chu to be deeply skeptical and ask in a low, heavy voice.

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