Volume One, Chapter 54: The Child in My Womb Belongs to Brother Ji!

Ji Junxiao wiped his sweat again. “I don’t pay attention to her, so how would I know?”

Lin Ranran stared at him intently. “You really don’t know?”

Ji Junxiao helped her sit down. “I really don’t know, darling. It’s early in the morning—why worry about other people’s affairs? You must be starving. Hurry, eat your noodles.”

Looking at the man with whom she’d spent every day for five months, she suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

Seeing things take a turn, the Lord of Shadows tried to leave, but just as he turned, a streak of gray energy shot from Yan Ji toward him.

“What should we do?” Carter frowned. The two Martial Sovereigns in the sky, though unable to unleash their full strength, were more than enough to deal with them. Unless another Martial Sovereign appeared on their side, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Come on, don’t be so down. If it comes to it, I’ll help you review from now on!” Lin Yawei slung her arm around my shoulder, comforting me.

But he hadn’t expected the elderly Xu before him to instantly recognize the origins of his boxing technique.

She still hadn’t replied to me; when I called her, she didn’t answer. I had no choice but to go to her house and catch her in person.

Moon Soul smiled. “Master is doing well. Before I came, we even went fishing together.” Of course, Moon Soul had fabricated this to placate Zuo Xuanhuang.

Uralos returned in defeat, which greatly pleased Ottero. Although the largest palace in his Crimson Sun City had been reduced to ruins by the recent battle, just being able to ‘drive away’ the world-renowned Sun God—supposedly second only to the celestial Yakai—was enough to fill Ottero with pride and a sense of accomplishment.

Sun Zhongli nodded with a smile. After exchanging a few words with him, Moon and I made our way to the heart of the Tianyuan Empire, the busiest marketplace, where vendors hawked all manner of goods—arms, magical crystals, armor shops—loud voices echoing through the streets.

Although the coalition’s average skill and equipment were subpar, that didn’t mean there weren’t elites among them. Noting the formidable individual strength of the Chinese players, Phelps had long prepared a secret weapon.

“Move aside.” Watching the person blocking Shui Xi, Shiyao was burning with anger; her eyes flashed with a deadly, icy gleam.

She instinctively resisted, but couldn’t—no sound escaped her lips.

Thus, Xiao Yan’s refusal was resolute, his tone brooking no doubt. The Fire Dragon grew impatient at Xiao Yan’s delay, its massive body writhing, flames flickering across its scales—a clear sign of its internal agitation and restlessness.

Dabao had a satellite phone in his backpack. Ever since they entered the deep ravine, it had never worked. He’d fiddled with it several times, insisting they’d have a signal once they reached the summit. Now that they’d arrived, he no longer had the chance to use it.

Taking the handkerchief, Leng Yiran wiped her eyes, but still felt something inside, rubbing them over and over. Before long, her eyes were bright red.

Upon hearing Liu Chuan’s words, someone immediately responded in the main hall. In an instant, the once quiet hall was abuzz with discussion—about Shiyao and her zither.

For now, things were harmonious, and Ji Yining hoped to quietly let matters pass, lest it dampen their spirits.

Li Mu finally reclaimed his intact execution blade; as for the two battered pieces of equipment, he left them with the other party.

Both twins were terrified of the villain. When he asked, they were so frightened they didn’t know whether to respond or not.

Qiongqi shook its head, and Zi Zhao leapt up, catching the item it had tossed with a deft reverse motion.

Xue Ba brought in eight men, all dressed as merchants, their attire hinting at origins from various places.