"I'm afraid we'll have to launch the 'Wandering Terrestrial Planet' plan ahead of schedule." Yun Hai sighed, a look of helplessness on his face.
Given the power of the Immortal Sect, they could contend with either Pluto or the Three-Eyed Race individually, as long as there wasn't a Void-Refining cultivator present. But if both arrived together, they would have no choice but to flee, unless Ancestor Baiguang, who had already reached the Void-Refining stage, returned.
"How far is the Three-Eyed Race's planet from us?" Qi Yuheng inquired, turning to Qing.
So, what level of BOSS is the Ancient Tomb Monarch? A sense of curiosity began to stir within me as I pondered this. I smiled faintly; after all, I still had a powerful skill up my sleeve.
I was also starving, so I lowered my head and ate ravenously, not caring at all how I would pay later. In a flash, the entire table of dishes was cleared. Seeing the waiter about to come collect payment, I looked around for an opportunity to slip away.
No sooner had Luo Ping and the others emerged than they heard an enraged voice. Outside Hei Zheng's wooden cabin, over a dozen people had gathered. The middle-aged man leading them, his face contorted with anger, was the one who had just spoken.
The Han King's soldiers on the wall were initially hesitant, but seeing that these people had thrown down their weapons, they finally relaxed completely. They allowed the soldiers to cross the earthen wall.
The elderly couple felt relieved after hearing this, their hearts comforted. They repeatedly thanked Su Yan, then asked Zhong Lingyu if he and Su Yan were a couple.
"Regarding this, we've found some clues," the Guru pondered. "We discovered that all carriers of this virus share a common characteristic: their bodies contain an unknown substance of the same kind, and this substance is something we've encountered before..."
Normally, there were wins and losses in gambling, and no one could completely dominate. He prioritized stability, so under ordinary circumstances, even if he lost, he wouldn't lose too much. However, the stakes for this particular game were unusual.
Therefore, everyone from the Hundred Rivers Divine Sect was extremely worried about Luo Ping's safety. After all, the Hundred Rivers Divine Sect was developing rapidly with abundant cultivation resources, and it was destined to become a top-tier sect in the cultivation realm, or even stronger.
Following the shout, Han Dian and Han Qing, clad in armor, helped Han Ran enter, one on each side. Behind them, over a dozen fully armed personal guards protected them. When the officials looked, they saw Han Ran's face was pale; even with assistance, he was still breathless and utterly exhausted.
Another voice meekly added, "I'm just an onlooker; you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine with continuing or not continuing the injection."
Eventually, Jiang Fangqi got up and left the tavern. Wang Xiaosong called a designated driver and had himself taken directly to the Binlai County Public Security Bureau. At this time, Zhao Feiyang had not yet left; due to a recent crackdown on crime, he often stayed overnight at the bureau.
What he did most in Shouyang County was provide various forms of assistance. Zhu Jinrui guided them step by step, steering every situation toward a specific direction.
Not long after it quieted down, his phone vibrated continuously. Li Jingyu frowned, pressed to end the call, and replied with a text message, asking the caller to try again later.
What was originally a conscription order from the imperial decree transformed into a request for assistance when uttered by Zhang Qianyuan. Asking for money was always easier; after all, inanimate objects like gold could be spent and recouped, but people were different.
At this point, the driver was also somewhat wary of Wang Xiaosong. He had initially wanted to retort a few words but ultimately kept his mouth shut.
However, Lin Yiyi knew that she still had to mention Su Changchun's invitation to Ye Shaobai. "Husband," she said, "there's something I need to tell you."
Upon reaching the market entrance, there were more people inside than when Mrs. Yang had visited that afternoon. Perhaps it was because the authorities had sent troops to sweep through the city again, causing the thugs and robbers to restrain themselves somewhat. Regardless, the city's residents still needed to eat.
She washed the blood-stained clothes she had just changed out of, then wrung them out forcefully and hung them on the balcony, hoping they would dry overnight with the wind.
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