Sandbar (Thirteen)

After the two grand magi departed, Gadin gazed with a sense of bewilderment at the suspended arcane projections in mid-air.

"So... they didn't agree?" Lykas asked Gandalf, handing over the horse reins while casting a knowing look at the old wizard's composed expression.

An extremely sharp dagger emerged from beneath the covers, thrusting toward him with lightning speed. At the same time, Jiang Lei wore a sinister grin, a gloomy and terrifying aura emanating from his body.

After killing Cridan, Li Qing pressed himself flat against the ground, peering intently beneath the iron mesh. The nearby players looked on in bewilderment, wondering what he was doing yet too timid to ask.

Therefore, to many people, the various tribes of the netherworld lacked all sense of propriety; they were viewed as demons, mere beasts, and inhabitants of a desolate wasteland.

The Alterac royal family was hopping mad with fury, but the common populace was quite eager to defect to the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

They had forsaken their lives, using stratagem to stall that madman and successfully transmitting the intelligence outward.

When Li Qing’s shop opened, it featured a server-wide broadcast. Although it lasted for only a fleeting moment—a mere few seconds—it was witnessed by numerous players.

"So you're a senior alumna from the same academy. My utmost respect. Greetings, Senior Dugu. Thank you so much for your help this time. Would you consider staying in Jiqing City for a little while longer?" Chu Tao asked with great enthusiasm.

The news spread explosively. By now, Wei Jianhua must have surely seen these reports.

In Jin Xiangdi’s perception, this person's spiritual will was incomparably wild. The earth melted, and in the blink of an eye, the darkness before Jin Xiangdi transformed into a crimson lake, with the spot where he stood becoming the center of the lake.

Over these past days, she had roughly come to understand her senior brother's temperament. Though he appeared utterly aloof, after spending considerable time together, one could perceive a subtle warmth beneath that cold exterior—strict with himself yet lenient toward others.

"Bang!" With a sharp sound, the iron cage vanished into thin air, and Zhou Yiping regained his freedom. His soul first projected outward as he raised his head, only to see Third Elder Mi—completely defenseless and motionless—lying right beside Ma Chao's feet, having seemingly been instantly slain by a spiritual attack.

The conversation inevitably drifted toward their future plans. Thousand Shadows Pavilion remarked, "I have no attachments left in this world, and I truly have no idea what to do with the days ahead."

Then came another massive impact. This time, the Nine-Headed Bird saw clearly that what struck it was not a person, but a wave of energy—an invisible wave of energy that was unequivocally spatial power. Looking upward, it estimated that the person must be stationed outside this array.

Under such circumstances, with the eyes of the entire world upon them, if his master were to act, his origins would inevitably be exposed. He did not know his master's true background, but he could guess that he was evading certain powerful entities.

Lin Dong pulled Hu Jia to sit down on a row of benches by the seaside, continuously fanning her with his hand while uttering endless flattering words to appease her.

At this moment, a carriage stopped before the gates of the estate. A young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight descended from it, dressed in Sichuan brocade with an elegant and refined style, yet unable to conceal an aura of entrenched nobility.

Peach Blossom was momentarily stunned by Bao Pi's action of shielding her behind him. It was only upon hearing the young man's inquiry that she snapped back to reality.

Qingyi watched spiritual light surge around her master. With a single step forward, the void shattered silently like the surface of water, sending ripples spreading outward. She stepped right into it, and Qingyi followed closely behind.

To cast curses upon eighteen people simultaneously—had Wang Pengyu not been protected by ancient magical artifacts and possessed a vigorous life force capable of resisting the erosion of malevolent energies, he would never have dared to attempt such a feat.

"Director Liu, I..." Li ShanShan smiled bitterly as she looked toward Zhou Huijie, eager to see how the latter planned to arrange the subsequent plot.

She paused briefly. Because this mission involved traveling all the way from Tiandu to the Gem Continent, sending a voice transmission to Wang Pengyu, and then relaying it back to Wang Family Town, it was of the utmost importance. This compelled Zhang Shuyi to make the trip to the Hunters Guild in person to post the commission.

"Very well," Wu Jing immediately agreed. In truth, it was inconvenient for Wu Jing to intervene personally, but if Jiang Wuheng took action, there would be no problem at all.

Naturally, there were also those who worried for their relatives outside the barrier and pleaded to be allowed to leave the formation. The members of the Xuan Sect would counsel those they could, and for those who refused to listen, they would escort them near the barrier to witness the situation in the outside world firsthand.

Li Feng remained relaxed and at ease, wielding his saber using the style of the commandment-breaking blade. His left-hand waist saber served for defense, bearing a strong resemblance to the art of left-and-right combat. He dared to unleash bizarre and perilous maneuvers because he knew ordinary swords and blades could not harm him. Oboi, however, could not afford such luxury and was forced to evade.

"That won't do. Cultivating the sword is Sister Eve's lover, and since Sister Eve is feeling down, Cultivating the Sword must take responsibility for making her happy." Nina picked up Eva, who protested in dissatisfaction at not being allowed to fly anymore, and simply cradled her in her arms.

"I have... I have before, but not many times... Are you satisfied now, you big bad villain?" Han Shuxue finished, her face dyed a deep crimson, so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The sycophants surrounding this man stared at Francis in utter disbelief. Was this truly the same Francis they knew?

Yet no matter how anxious he was, it was of no use. Though Cheng Yaojin was somewhat tempted, he never gave a definitive promise.

"Why aren't you dead? Why did you have to come back? And what about him? Why didn't he come back? You're nothing but a wretch, you're the one who killed him, you killed him..." Yun Lan cried tears of bitter anguish.

Mo Yan had already rescued the two team members, and the two whose helmets had lost their visors expressed their gratitude to her. However, Mo Yan found their faces somewhat familiar.

"Sword of... Malice!" Tian Yan slowly uttered four words. Raising his right hand, crimson iron chains resembling a spider web slithered out from behind his back, rapidly encircling the dark figure.

Among the representatives from various factions, only the envoys dispatched by the Snow Region and Fengdu currently appeared somewhat composed.

"Then how do the people from the Prince Rong's Estate bring you food?" Ji Haili could no longer suppress his curiosity.

To people of their standing, Zhao Meng's existence was akin to that of a heavenly deity. To be granted an audience with him was like going on a pilgrimage, and everyone was eager to witness what the person standing at the pinnacle of the mainland truly looked like.

In the past, she would sit atop towering mountains, watching the worldly mortal fireworks, inhaling the mundane scent of human habitation from sunrise to sunset. Alternatively, she would venture into the mortal realm to catch the aroma of kitchen smoke rising from hearths.