Chapter 62: Play

An'an had just woken up and had not yet recovered from her slumber, her pupils still unfocused. Seeing this white, square-shaped object in front of her, she initially mistook it for a piece of bread and bit right into it. As a result, the object shifted upward, and An'an bit into thin air, which instantly woke her up. The white, square thing she had just seen was not bread at all, but the mobile phone held in Lu Jinqiao's hand. An'an inched closer and cooed, "Daddy~"

However, stationing too many ambushing forces makes it extremely easy to be discovered, a fact the Lord of Darkness could hardly be unaware of. He gnashed his teeth, his icy eyes ablaze with raging fire, as if he intended to reduce everything before him to ashes.

"It might not have been forced; it could very well have been voluntary!" Bai Jiansheng's analysis grew ever closer to the essence of the matter.

"Alright, let me think..." Paper-Doll Chen said this as he straightened his trench coat, struck a pose, and racked his brains to remember.

Early the next morning, the herb farmers arose, preparing to earth up the soil while the dew had yet to dry. One of them, still heavy with sleep, walked over to the Loulan red ginseng cultivation plot under his charge.

This divine general belonged to the Emperor of Flame, far surpassing in strength the Xi tribe divine generals Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming had previously encountered.

"Grandfather, once Mom feels a bit better, I'll slowly talk to her about the Chu family matters and see how she reacts," Shangguan Anqi said softly to Elder Chu from the side.

"Promptly dispatch diplomatic envoys and establish consulates in Guangzhou or Fuzhou!" Some nations caught the underlying significance. The rise of a great power and the emergence of a formidable military bloc were enough to alter the trajectory of the world.

The Crown Prince of Tangyuan had already allied with Ye Beiming several years prior, becoming nothing more than a puppet crown prince.

"Aren't you surprised that you haven't seen a single mentor?" Duanmu Fengchen asked, noticing Chu Haoyun lost in thought as he gazed up at the misty, obscured peak whose summit remained invisible. Chu Haoyun nodded. If Qingyue Manor in Yueyuan only had students like them, and Xue Feishuang did not count as a teacher, then there were literally none.

As an attending maid, one might seem idle all day long, but the work was actually quite arduous. They had to remain close to their masters at all times, standing by for any command.

"Are you all right now? If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest," Gu Yue said, yawning. Tossing and turning all day had indeed left him rather exhausted.

The Black King below—the giant beast that had been conversing with Chu Chen—spoke with a rumbling voice.

Chu Haoyun's words caused everyone to pause slightly. Immediately afterward, each of them sensed something as well; all their expressions shifted dramatically as they huddled together into a circle, watching their surroundings with utmost vigilance, their weapons clutched tightly in hand, ready at a moment's notice to face a battle that would determine their fate.

What if the Celestial Master Tao—or indeed the entire secular Daoist realm—were to be entrusted into the hands of this youth of unknown origin?

At that moment, Mu Yi leaped lightly into the air, flying toward the heights of the estate. Opening his heart, a great joy welled up within him as he cast his gaze outward, taking in the entirety of Chang'an City at a single glance.

Within Su Ye's body, divine power transformed into threads of spiritual sword energy, circulating through his frame before surging into his palm and seeping into the body of the giant sword.

Subsequently, Chu Chen helped Elder Huang to his feet and handed the pair of Spring Festival couplets into his hands.

For him at present, selecting a magical treasure that would facilitate subduing enemies was the most urgent task of all.

With a single gulp, the dark ice dragon instantly spewed forth boundless glacial frost, refining the wind-edge fiercely until it was completely dissolved.

The Hong family was a clan that had risen to prominence several decades ago. Its current head was also its founding patriarch, and the entire prosperity of the Hong family had been single-handedly established by him, Hong Jin.

Surmounting Jones, James accelerated past Garnett in a flash, then spun once more to evade O'Neal, springing up for a tomahawk slam. The basketball was fiercely hammered through the hoop by James—a display of sheer dominance. Yet, it seemed his peak form had arrived a bit too late.