Chapter Seventy-Seven: Matters of Concern

"Yuer, how is your rune cultivation progressing?" The woman had been taken, and Zhao Yuan felt powerless; only by growing stronger could he hope to rescue her. Though his eyes brimmed with deep worry, he tried not to let Ye Yuer see it.

"Your black rune is advancing quickly, Zhao Yuan. Why don't you spar with me?" A flicker of something crossed Ye Yuer's clear eyes. She hesitated, biting her lower lip, words on the tip of her tongue. She had learned much from Su Lie recently, and one thing in particular weighed on her mind. If Zhao Yuan had not yet reached a certain level in cultivation, she was reluctant to speak of it. Clenching her hands, she forced a smile onto her face.

"Zhao Yuan, come on, let me test you—"

"Grandfather, that's Lin Nan!" Song Tianqi, who had been watching from the Song family battle team with his mouth agape, suddenly exclaimed in excitement.

Bando Ryuo unleashed a punch. He did not believe that Zhang Yiming, now deprived of hearing and sight, could possibly sense his attack.

"Garcia, it has been a while," Ye Fan said calmly. He recognized Garcia.

As for Luo Hebin, he felt not the slightest fear. So what if he had to travel on foot? With his constitution, what was there to be afraid of?

Of course, he did not shy away from questioning Wei Chengze. He saw through that man's character and, deep down, held nothing but contempt for him.

Qin Suyan blushed, a bashful smile beneath her sheer veil. "Qingyao, you tease me again."

After Ruoli had finished preparing, she made her way to the garden. Jinyu sat on a stone bench, sipping the tea brewed by Fuqi. His luxurious black brocade robe only accentuated his noble status and innate authority.

Masters of their level understood well that in such situations, even a moment's distraction could allow the opponent to seize the advantage.

After completing everything, Wang Beijia's mental energy slowly retreated back into her body. She finally felt calm, and the two separated.

Snowfall was visibly anxious, her heart uneasy. She desperately did not want the Western Spirit Lord to be dragged into such matters.

PDD, Zitai, Xiaoxiao, and the others all watched the broadcast on the television with solemn faces.

While Wang Feng and the Red Queen discussed game strategies, the member states of the United Nations were busy informing their people about the agreements signed with Wang Feng.

Looking again at the Wang family of three, Wang Jiao felt as if lightning had struck. She could hardly believe she had missed her chance to marry into wealth.

"Yan'er, take good care of Cheng Naixin and protect yourself. Leave the rest to me." Fan Lang gave a brief order, drew the Li Kan Sword and gripped the hilt tightly. With a flick of his left hand, several cards appeared between his fingers, each with its own unique effect.

"Miss Ren, I'm really not your brother..." Yi Tianyun had explained countless times, yet she continued to insist he was.

He had imagined all sorts of scenarios before coming here, but never had he expected such an outcome.

At that moment, the television suddenly aired a news segment, seemingly about someone involved in a martial arts fight.

Though Island Wind was nervous, she kept debating whether to share her own matters first.

The members of the Golden Alliance explained their purpose to the guards at the Prince's residence. Some were granted entry and waited in the drawing room.

Given Kong Zhiming's character, he should have made something of himself in society. It was hard to believe he was still being looked down upon.

The Triangular Flame Lion paid no heed to the attacks from Xun Yu Zhenjun and Ni Yue, for it knew the power of those two immortal artifacts all too well.

Madam Hua ushered the three into the house to sit. Zhang Guo and the others, all aware of Li Yu's identity, came out to pay their respects. Knowing they were all still recovering from serious injuries, Li Yu helped each of them up and invited them to sit and converse.

"Have you been traumatized or something? What on earth are you singing?" Su Yan detected something strange in the song and her face paled. She was clearly displeased and seemed to strongly dislike the tune.

However, through that mysterious connection, Luo Ping could sense that it brought him no harm. On the contrary, it might prove to be a tremendous opportunity, so he did nothing to suppress the restlessness of the Mingyou energy.