Volume 1, Chapter 43: Agreeing to Recognize the Family

Facing Luo Kun's expectant gaze, Qiao Ye could not bring herself to refuse and simply agreed readily.

"Alright, but today is too rushed. How about another day?"

"Then another day it is!"

Luo Kun nodded repeatedly. Seeing Luo Yang and Lu Tingxiao walking over, he gestured with a wave of his hand.

"Didn't you always want a younger sister? Qiao Ye just agreed to be my goddaughter."

Luo Yang had heard about yesterday's events earlier, and seeing Luo Kun so happy, he smiled along.

As these words echoed, Cassia felt the newborn World Tree depart from his mental world. At the same time, within the tunnel network, the flames on the tree roots beside him extinguished, and the terrifying aura vanished in an instant, leaving the dark red light to shine once more upon the scorched and ash-covered ground.

Hanging up the phone, Lin Xiao could not help but recall the bits and pieces of his journey through the Hoenn region, and a slight smile touched the corner of his lips.

And now, all the conditions matched her expectations. Lian Rong felt an indescribable joy in her heart.

When Ji Liunian walked out of the company, she actually held a flicker of expectation, hoping to catch sight of Shengshi, but she saw nothing.

There were no groans of the seriously wounded; not even the involuntary twitching of corpses existed. In the span of just a few seconds, they had died thoroughly and completely.

Right in the midst of his career's rising period, Yang Yong did not want to abandon the future of the Yang family. Only by reluctantly making certain sacrifices could he secure his success in his career.

Leaving Deyunshe, Wang Cong drove to the conservatory of music, heading straight for the meeting room building he had visited last time. Pushing open the heavy doors of the meeting room, he saw Luo Shangxing, Ma Zhongyu, Wang Guoxin, and Yuan Zhongting all seated inside.

Ling Jiajia's voice trembled slightly, showing that she was trying her utmost to steady her emotions and keep from losing control in front of Gu Weiran.

The Burning Heaven Sect, the number one sect in Southern County, nestled among a range of mountains north of the county. Drawing upon the vital breath of the heavens and enjoying the glory of the earth, the density of ambient spiritual energy there was countless times richer than that of the remote, dusty corners at the borders of Southern County; just a single breath made the vast difference immediately perceptible.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the 'Heavenly Soldiers' have been dispersed to various locations, closely monitoring anyone who might pose a potential threat! The moment they make any unusual move, the Heavenly Soldiers will strike without hesitation!" Zhang Ling bowed with cupped hands and replied in a deep voice.

The next moment, he transformed into a blur, dodging the patrolling guards, leaping over the towering stone wall of the Lin estate, and emerging onto the streets of Fire Flood-Dragon City.

This physical shell, along with this layer of skin draped over it, and the expressions generated in response to the surroundings—none of them belong to me. They are merely decorations, wound up like a clockwork toy, moving only when acted upon by an external force.

I remembered how he looked when we first met, the gentle conversations by the embroidery river, the teppanyaki squid in the rainy night, the exquisite purple seashell, and the ring he slid onto my finger... That ring still rests quietly against my chest, yet the one who gave it to me has already left me.

It was hard to say whether these people felt sorrow or joy. What gladdened them was that they had survived and not died; what grieved them was that they had lost their status as transcendent players, and that bizarre and colorful world that had once been within their grasp had left them forever. Such a drastic disparity was difficult to accept.

Climbing presented no pressure at all for Feng Liyan, who was a cat demon, though it was a bit tough on his claws and nails.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged, pouring endlessly into his body. Then, an obscure aura emanated outward with Zhang Chen at its center, sweeping across the surroundings.

They lived beneath the same sky yet remained invisible to each other, able only to gaze up at this shared expanse of blue.

Elder Su exchanged a greeting and hurried over. Pushing open the door, he discovered the examiners and Wang Bo arguing fiercely.

An immense fortune destined for a proud figure of heaven had vanished into thin air simply because of his own inaction?