Volume 1, Chapter 58: Have You Ever Had the Flesh Shaved From Your Fingertips Until Only Bare Bone Remained?

"My lady, His Highness says he hopes you will wear that hairpin today."

At this moment, he was wearing a blue athletic t-shirt. Although it was long-sleeved, it still could not conceal the lean and powerful muscles of his physique.

Feeling Yebin's movement, Liu Yifei in his arms couldn't help swaying slightly along with him, her mind clearing up considerably. Lifting her gaze, she realized to her shock that she was actually in a man's embrace.

She could tell that she had once been like a pearl covered in dust, but now she was truly beginning to emit a stunning brilliance, blooming with her own dazzling light.

Chen Che felt somewhat at a loss. Looking around, he saw only withered fallen leaves, sparse mountain flowers, and boundless scattered rocks; there was no sign of camera crews or directors anywhere.

After the man had left for a moment, a pair of hands finally reached out, the slender arms covered entirely in dust and mud.

Countless question marks swirled in his mind. Chen Che wanted to open his mouth and ask for an explanation, but the treehouse tilted, the white snow darkened, the heaven and earth merged into one, Sixth Sister vanished, the earthly paradise disappeared, and Chen Che lost consciousness.

He could tell that Kuruyashiki Jurota had been putting on a facade from the very beginning. However, he did not point it out, because in his eyes, Kuruyashiki Jurota was already a dead man.

Deng Chao was the first to find Yebin—no, "find" wasn't quite right; rather, it should be said that Yebin had called out to him.

In the end, everyone watched in silence. Toward Primordial Beginning, many felt an extreme dread. They had already begun imagining scenarios of themselves battling Primordial Beginning: if Primordial Beginning unleashed this move, should they surrender before being trapped inside, or should they stubbornly push their luck?

Just as Yuan Shao was agonizing over this, a single horseman rushed out from the coalition forces. Clad in a green robe and straddled across a tall, date-red steed, with a crescent-blade saber in hand, he charged straight toward Murong Chen.

He struggled to take one last look at the sky—perhaps this was his final time admiring the beautiful firmament.

Some photographs and pieces of evidence related to this incident had already been placed before the cardinals and the Pope. The elderly Pope sat anxiously in a crimson velvet armchair, while the cardinals passed the photographs among themselves, inspecting them.

"Ha," Emperor Haotian let out a long sigh, as if nothing had happened at all. He casually smoothed his disheveled hair and patted the dust off his clothes, feeling not the slightest bit ashamed of losing face before someone as insignificant as an ant.

However, if even the Rejuvenation Flower Fields could vanish, where else could they possibly go to search for the Rejuvenation Flowers? Could it be that they had to rely entirely on luck, just as the Cat Demon God had said?

"Not only are we subordinates of General Kirin, but we are also the Cloud Cavalry, personal bodyguards to General Zhao Zilong, one of the Five Tiger Generals under the General's command! These are the most elite cavalry in the entire army," another Han soldier proudly chimed in, standing beside the squad leader.

This stance was instantly recognized by the archer opposite, but it was already too late. My blade had already reached the warrior's back; before the warrior even had time to turn his head, my blade had already sliced through his body.

"General, it's Yang Chou! The bastard got himself a new master and is now strutting around looking all respectable. General, I request permission to sally forth from the city and cut off that dog's head!" To others, a tall steed, fresh robes, and bright armor looked majestic and awe-inspiring, but to Mu Shun on the ramparts of Changzi City, it was a completely different taste, and he immediately cursed aloud.

It wasn't until the carriage drove away that Zhao Jun finally let out a long breath. He extended his long sleeve and wiped heavily at his forehead several times.

At this moment, a jade slip flew through the void. The Hall Master of Qingtian grabbed it, his expression turning somewhat unsightly, and then said, "It's on par with the Profound Immortal Sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Returning Origin Sect, and the Medicine Immortal Sect." As he spoke, the Hall Master's figure began to blur. With his final words trailing off, he vanished from the spot, leaving only a jade slip flying toward Elder Qingyun.