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Seeing Zhao Zun's serious expression, Han Lei also hurriedly straightened up.

Zhao Zun then asked earnestly, "What did you mean today by having me deliver that bird to His Majesty?"

"What's wrong? Did that bird cause trouble?" Han Lei's eyebrows twitched slightly, a trace of apprehension rising in her heart.

"It didn't cause trouble, but it certainly amused His Majesty."

Zhao Zun found it humorous just thinking about it, and proceeded to recount the joke the myna bird had caused in the imperial court today.

In another space-time, among the four great spiritual monkeys, Yuan Hong the Arm-Ape-Monkey had already ascended the Investiture of the Gods list the previous week; the Six-Eared Macaque was beaten to death by Sun Wukong in the journey to the west; and the Spirit-Stone Monkey Sun Wukong, although titled the Victorious Fighting Buddha, had completely lost his true nature, becoming no different from a slave.

What a magnificent palace! Zhuang Wangao had never seen such a boundless palace. It was several times larger even than the Star God Palace of the Outer Heavens. Spanning ten thousand miles in radius, it was entirely composed of palaces. Of course, these structures were rather crudely built, far inferior to the exquisite craftsmanship of the heavenly palaces.

Anyone capable of influencing the coalition to make such a decision must have had close ties with the Augur race, or perhaps was even a prominent figure within the coalition itself. However, Robert was certain that the visitor would by no means represent Fred, and the Caesar Empire had no reason or cause whatsoever to make such a decision.

Ye Xing's adoptive father looked to be in his forties, wearing a pair of glasses and a light gray woolen sweater. He looked clean and neat, much like a refined scholar.

If so, before the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the Demon Ancestor Luo, what use would his position as a mere observer of the chess game be? Afraid that once he took this seat today, he would never again be able to contend with Hongjun and Luo for the dominance of the universe and heaven and earth in the future.

"What prompted you to come back and look for me later?" After a moment, I asked softly, my eyes gazing calmly at Ye Xing before me.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'll wipe it dry for you right away!" Yang Qingluo jumped up, hurriedly darting into the bathroom to fetch a towel. But when she emerged, the bedroom door had already been closed, and where was there any trace of Luo Jingyang?

Almost all the influential figures from all sides of Mount Beiyue had arrived in the absence of the Heavenly Emperor, with Cihang Zhenren and the Queen Mother of the West following closely behind Empress Wu.

"Mister, I'm sorry, I won't dare do it again, please spare me!" He suddenly executed a complete one-eighty-degree turn, pleading bitterly.

You Yitian laughed heartily in the darkness, "You bastards, you're all completely blind! I already told you, I am not some murderer, why won't any of you believe me? Hmph, I can't be bothered to talk to you lot anymore, nor do I have the patience to play here with you. Bye-bye! I'm off!" His voice gradually faded into the distance.

Right at this moment, a Japanese colonel staff officer who had remained silent all along suddenly experienced a flash of inspiration and thought of a plan.

Walking straight ahead like this for a full minute, the eccentric Daoist priest maintained his speed without the slightest intention of stopping. Wu Yi estimated the time elapsed and a subtle sense of foreboding gradually grew in his heart.

"Thank you, Reni," Goth said sincerely. Reni's talent was extraordinary, even in the talent-crowded city of Thales.

Seeing the fat man suddenly become hesitant and evasive again, Wu Yi felt his heart tighten inexplicably, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat. He looked at the fat man nervously, terrified that the latter would blurt out some other unacceptable truth.

The massive commotion stirred up by Lintai in his true form as a divine Mo Qilin naturally could not escape the perception of the archers renowned for their spiritual awareness. Yet, facing the impending colossal murderous intent descending from the heavens, Eleventh Prince Xuanzhen's delicate face bore not a shred of fear; instead, it was filled with absolute self-confidence in his own archery skills.

The young gray-robed mage snapped his fingers, and the ropes binding Cliff in mid-air snapped into several pieces and fell to the ground.

That pair of pupils was otherworldly and bizarre, flashing with a crimson light as bright as fire. He sat in silent stillness, yet he was terrifying to behold, resembling a demon god cultivating right there.