Chapter 148: The Cloud-Severed Mountain Range

Han Li quickly obtained the medicinal pills from Sect Leader Zhong. Holding the small jade bottle, he walked out of the main sect hall and gazed down at the vessel in his palm.

At that moment, he was extremely eager to check the exact quantity inside, but remembering that there were people about, he managed to restrain himself.

He arrived at his own dwelling, outside of which two people were already standing: the Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Li, and his junior descendant.

He was the very same Foundation Establishment master who had once attempted to seize his Foundation Establishment pill. This speed of cultivation, this martial aptitude, this heaven-sent destiny—were they not simply too terrifying, too monstrous?

Upon stepping inside the outwardly grandiose manor, Lin Tao discovered that the interior was even more breathtakingly vast and wondrous.

The harrowing and terrified cries of his two sons echoed in his ears, while his mind remained haunted by the bloody and thunderous methods Ye Tianfeng had just displayed. Ultimately, Shangguan Feiying had no choice but to temporarily submit.

Han Tianwei opened the box. Instead of picking up the disassembled parts of the sniper rifle, he reached into a pocket inside the box and drew out an envelope...

Presumably, their time was limited this time; it seemed they had other missions to fulfill aside from escorting the giant crocodile scales back to the city of Saabake.

After uttering that solitary monologue, the grey-and-white figure dissipated, causing the mist surrounding the formation to grow even denser and completely engulfing the array where the Ice Soul was confined. For a moment, nothing could be heard save for the intermittent, helpless cries of despair echoing from deep within the formation.

The martial arts practitioners within the divine tree cave stood dumbstruck as they gazed at the raging gale, their minds lingering on the young man's parting smile.

After a wonderfully comfortable sleep, Lin Tao felt refreshed and entirely free of the exhaustion that had plagued him the night before. Although injuries still lingered on his body and a slight shift of his shoulder brought a piercing pain, his condition was already immeasurably better than it had been yesterday.

Doctor Wang was of noble and refined character; adopting or raising an adopted son would suffice. As for matters of intimacy, what if it adversely affected young Master Wang? Was leaving behind an heir more important, or was a human life?

In the past, Cao Shuo had relied only on a vague recollection of certain appearances based on what he learned in high school.

Fearing that she might feel cold upon returning to Beijing, Wei Xiao had packed an overcoat for her in his backpack. At this moment, he took it out and helped her put it on.

Everything was broadcast live, making it impossible to intercept or edit the footage.

Everyone in Chonghua Ward knew that the Yi family had followed Dowager Madam Wei to Prince Gong's hot spring estate. To arrest Yi Luoyan now—was that not picking a fight with Prince Gong?

Back when he took the national college entrance examination, he hadn't paid any attention to the countdown, yet now, facing his wedding, he found himself counting down the days with every fiber of his being.

He used the Edge of Infinity to prod the glowing spot, and a sheet of white talisman paper promptly dropped to the ground.

Ying Xiangxiang's face glowed with the thrill of gossip. She looked as though she were watching a play, yet simultaneously piercing through the performance to mysteriously perceive the souls of the contestants.

When she came out, she had been wearing pajamas beneath a trench coat. Only now did she notice that the man was impeccably dressed, looking no different from usual.

The Duke of Zhao's household was noble and refined, with virtually no blemishes to speak of—much like the Jiang family. They kept strict discipline over their younger generation and seemed to wield little influence in the imperial court.

It was not his imagination; he could genuinely and distinctly feel that his physique had grown significantly sturdier over the past two months.

The suit felt like a high-end blend of premium wool, cashmere, and mohair to the touch—light, soft, and maximizing comfort with a refined texture that practically begged to be touched.

"I'll pick you up downstairs at your company regarding the prompt, so don't wander off," Shen Chongshen's voice came from behind.

Under its greedy suckling, the walls retained traces of varying depths, gradually losing their original elasticity and turning pale and limp.

Yet Monica had only taken two steps before she feigned tripping and threw herself into Lin Chiang's arms. Caught off guard, Lin Chiang accidentally made contact with a place he shouldn't have touched.