Volume One, Chapter 82: The Shen Family

As Shen Zhuba's consciousness returned to his body, clarity gradually returned to his eyes.

Yun Mojiu rose and walked to the door, opening it.

Shen Fan, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately ran over with delight.

“Master Shen, how is my second brother?” he asked eagerly.

Shen Yan followed as well. Though he said nothing, his expression betrayed the same concern as Shen Fan.

“It’s all right now. You may go in and see him,” came the reply.

At these words, joy instantly brightened the eyes of Shen Fan and Shen Yan.

Watching Silver Time’s figure vanish after a few swift movements, Water Gate finally understood why Silver Time had taken on such a task of his own accord.

“Um, your family doesn’t seem to be doing badly either. I remember your mother was recently promoted.” Because of Liang Yujie, Li Anbo had learned about Bai Tingting’s family situation.

Wang Shengnan, thinking of something else, gave a gentle sigh and turned to look at her husband.

Seeing Qin Zixi's gloomy demeanor, and then glancing at their fifth brother, who was watching the drama unfold with unconcealed interest, she guessed that Qin Zixi must be upset over Shen Jiao’s affairs.

But without a teacher’s guidance, the chance of success would be frighteningly low, and the resources required were beyond what ordinary people could endure. This was why so few were willing to explore on their own.

If the Sect of Soul Transfer still existed, he would have joined them sooner or later; his status would certainly not be that of an ordinary itinerant cultivator.

Yet, for Team LGD, a single Rift Herald meant little. After all, its main function was to secure the first turret, and now that they already had it, the herald’s strategic value plummeted.

After speaking, he didn’t hang up immediately, but quietly listened to the deathly silence on the other end, letting the awkwardness ferment endlessly.

The next morning, Mountain City had returned to its usual clear weather. Fortunately, yesterday’s heavy rain had refreshed everything. Chen Feng, out for his morning exercise, breathed the fresh air deeply, feeling his spirits rise.

Although teams didn’t actually need players’ consent to trade them, Lu Haoran decided to speak with LGD’s players in advance, hoping to leave a good impression.

He had indeed changed his mind, just as Qin Rudong had said. Now, however, his intentions were tinged with possessiveness. He was more eager than ever to learn what Lin Han truly thought.

“Of course it’s true! I was just painting for fun these past few days. True Lord Ben’s skill with the brush is truly peerless among demons,” the Kirin said, unable to hide his pride.

“Big brother, your reproach is just—Junlong admits his mistake!” Facing his elder brother’s scolding, Xie Junlong dared not protest.

As this deadly move was unleashed, heaven and earth changed color. The battle platform collapsed completely, rubble flying, the force overwhelming.

After learning that Chang San was an orphan, Jin Shier, moved by sympathy, opened up to him, chatting happily and even sharing his own background.

Two demons charged forward, laughing madly, but a flash of sword light swept by, and in an instant, their heads were severed from their bodies.

The old man, half-clad in animal skins and shirtless on one side, wiped the sweat from his brow and cast an earnest glance at the great monk, who found himself unable to continue drinking.

Leaving the Chenhe Hall, Yue Chen did not return to Tianlu Platform, but instead made his way to a secluded cave on Tianlu Peak. Around this cave were countless others, some hidden, some visible, all seemingly identical at first glance. Last time, Elder Haojing had led him straight into the cave mansion. This time, Yue Chen paused outside, carefully observing his surroundings.

Now that Asheng understood his stepmother’s mindset, he simply smiled and left her be. Mistress Hu bore him little ill will; her thoughts simply revolved endlessly around marriage and childbearing.

All along the street, flames still burned and dried blood stained the ground. The air was thick with the stench of blood. As Luo Tianhuan walked along, he saw many ruined armored vehicles, evidence that a great battle had recently taken place here.