Chapter 54: Old Tales of Aya

"Return to the Bai family," she said. She was worried about her father and mother, and there were doubts she needed to discuss with her father.

Dong Yi sat down across from her. "You want to ask about Zhen Xi?"

Bai Huan's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

Are you a worm in my stomach or what?

Seeing her cute little expression, Dong Yi couldn't help but laugh. "You stirred up a storm in the harem just to force Zhen Xi to act, trying to dig out whatever she's hiding. Isn't it obvious?"

Bai Huan tilted her head, leaning forward. "So you know everything, my lord?"

With a screech, the bus braked hard and came to an abrupt halt. Immediately after, the hiss of the air brake sounded, and as soon as the door opened, the driver jumped out without a backward glance, abandoning the entire busful of passengers.

"Hmph." Knowing Li Sandou had just made up an excuse to brush him off, the ghost lost interest in arguing further and gradually faded from Li Sandou’s mind.

"The emperor said to use 'you'? Run, hide, or—what is this nonsense? How can you say something so absurd?"

As time passed and the two continued to interact, they eventually reached a state of perfect harmony.

Just then, a pair of warm hands suddenly reached out, clasping hers with a strength that made her feel as though she was about to be pulled into an embrace.

Then she returned to her usual defiant expression. "It's over there! Aimee, finish her off!" Donghai, acting as if nothing had happened, once again began cheering enthusiastically.

Now that the key problem was solved, another issue arose. Even though the craftsmanship was simple, they still needed people to make these bamboo baskets. Where could they find so many workers?

"Ryu... Ryusei, what's going on? Who are these people, and what is this planet Debiluke?" Yui watched the events unfold, but could not make sense of anything.

Li Sandou nodded, confirming that Zhuang Hualing had indeed come, had killed the Sword Emperor, and, with the help of the Beast King’s power, had managed to stall them.

Otherwise, with such an awkward ending, wouldn’t it be uncomfortable the next time they met?

Meanwhile, the carrier-based aircraft from both fleets finally merged and launched a massive assault on the Abyss.

This only made his excitement burn brighter; he was even more convinced that humans were hiding beneath the sea.

After reading the letter, the old man seemed deep in thought. He called out to Nie Xianzi before returning to his room.

However, Leonard was also a defensive master—how could he be held back so easily?

Nie Wushuang felt Yang Tian shifting around in the back seat, making it hard for her to keep the car steady. She turned to look, puzzled by his strange behavior.

The assembled powerhouses, having finally found the Jade-Faced Fox, were instantly obliterated by a single divine thunderbolt from the Thunder God of the Celestial Realm. With the Jade-Faced Princess dead, the so-called supreme treasure was now out of reach.

"Nonsense! How can ordinary masters compare to that predecessor? Hmph!" Hong Ershao scolded the attendant and was about to leave.

The exquisite swordsmanship and the astonishing speed of the two fighters made the blood of the spectators—used to tamer matches—boil with excitement.

"What’s there to worry about? Where’s Qicai? Hand her over to me. I’ve already told Father: as long as you agree to give up Qicai, he’ll let you enter Longyuan and accept the Dragon Clan’s inheritance." Long Mengmeng spoke as her sly gaze swept the Water Palace.

Han Xin, having recovered his senses after taking Zhao Tianqian’s elixir, entered the Hall of Judgment. Seeing so many elders he’d never met before made him nervous—his legs trembled.

"This is too much! I’m not some big shot; no need to make such a fuss and disturb everyone’s rest." Wang Peng said as he got out of the car.

Blood from the scalp stained Li Nan’s hands red, but he didn’t mind. With a few deft stitches, he had sewn up the exposed bone.

After all, this city had become immensely powerful. The city had become so developed—the sternocleidomastoid muscle, tourism was no longer the word for it. If the city was used as their own, then just how many resources would be wasted? No one knew.