Volume One, Chapter 51: Conducting a Kinship Test

Li Guang still held the gift box in his hand. Seeing Qiao Ye call out to Luo Kun's father, a myriad of speculations flashed through his mind. However, the matter at hand was urgent; he had no time to inquire further and instead spoke with measured composure.

The information gathered was sufficient, yet a seemingly inadvertent remark by Ekriston lingered in Henry’s thoughts—“putting on a show”? Could this war itself be a mere performance?

Thinking of the Outer Mountain City, Chu Wuli recalled a young man with grand ambitions, Wang An, who always proclaimed his desire to become a “big shot.”

Moreover, if Zhang Kun insisted it would surely collapse, perhaps the notion wasn’t entirely laughable. After all, when it came to gambling on stones, failures vastly outnumbered successes; a gamble paying off was truly one in ten or twenty.

Zhang Kun followed Tang Guohua here and entered a bedroom where Ye’s father lay quietly on a large bed, freshly operated on, eyes gently closed as if resting.

This was not merely the man’s personal charm; Isis was certain there was something else about him that captivated her utterly.

“They followed Master Xunyang into the deep mountains; they should be back within a day or two,” Han Zheng said.

The old gentleman had enjoyed boundless glory in the business world; on the island, he was a well-known figure of great influence. When he stamped his foot, the very ground beneath the island seemed to tremble.

Madam Vasaki said nothing; after many helped her to her feet, she merely smiled faintly. Yet the depth in her gaze pierced many who felt their innermost thoughts laid bare.

“Yes,” Selina nodded reluctantly, releasing him from her embrace. She lightly leapt down from the watchtower to join Saliya, who was playing with Athena.

Hearing this, Shi Tian felt a warmth stir within him. Though he had known the Immortal Elder less than half a day, the elder had chosen him as his successor and done so much for him. Having witnessed the brutality of the apocalypse, Shi Tian was deeply moved by the elder’s selflessness.

The girl nestled in his arm blushed faintly but remained silent, closing her eyes as she pressed a kiss to his handsome profile.

Yet he could not rely on the star chart daily to seek answers; this matter required a word with Nanmen.

Amid the molten lava of Fire Demon Mountain, Mu Nanqi looked up at the thunderclouds above. Not a trace of fear crossed his face; instead, a blissful smile tugged at his lips.

In this chaotic era, tombstones stood scattered, entwined with creeping vines. The inscriptions were weathered, some illegible, marking graves that had stood for many years.

He had been mistaken; the girl lived in her own world, unaware of love or passion.

With that thought, the influential figures here were filled with shock, their hearts gripped by fear. Fortunately, they had agreed to Li Feng’s request without hesitation; otherwise, they would now be facing the Demon Lord head-on.

Lu Bing was truly astonished. Earlier, he had only noticed the striking Golden Ant Guards, overlooking the rest of the ants. Now, seeing the massive ant swarm, even without thinking deeply, he understood how overwhelmingly powerful they would be if unleashed.

Then Shi Tian was stunned to find himself standing atop the arena recently constructed from countless intertwining vines, the Ancient Tree King glaring at him with fierce intent.

They spent the entire afternoon marching together, halting to turn, jogging, standing at attention, and performing formal steps.

In terms of destructive power, among elemental specializations, fire and thunder were undoubtedly the most devastating over wide areas.

Over there, Li Li of the opposing side was naturally unknown to them. Here on this side of the stage, the deputy director, Director Zhang, and Editor-in-Chief Wu were all present.