Chapter 62 Resolution

The palm dissolved like towering mountains and ancient forests.
The first command took effect, and the crisis was averted.
Yet it was far from over. Jiang Tang continued, "Secondly, I strip away your existence."
This command only took effect halfway; the eyes in the sky closed reluctantly, and the fissure slowly sealed shut.
"As for the third..." Jiang Tang lowered her raised hand, pointing instead at Sheng Huai'an, and said with keen interest, "I bestow upon you the traits of a mortal."
A beam of purple light enveloped Sheng Huai'an.
"Thank you, Sister Chen. By the way, Sister Chen, are you heading back? Shall I give you a ride?" Ximen Jinlian asked with a smile.
Hearing Liang Shan's cold tone, Zhong Ru stiffened, her expression freezing as she offered an explanation, feeling a hollow and painful ache in her heart.
Moreover, the light source within was not scattered starlight, but rather condensed into straight lines, glowing in dual shades of red and purple—it was simply flawless.
Along the way, presumably escorted by the guards of the Zi family, no blind fools came forward to pick a fight. Instead, they encountered numerous brazen sycophants who desperately tried to curry favor and latch onto the Zi family's influence.
"Since the Prince of An is not here to expose this prince, I thank you. Farewell!" Too lazy to exchange any more idle chatter with him, Jun Qiluo spun around to leave once more.
"W-What? It failed? Hua Qiang, didn't you say there would definitely be no problem?" Hua Qiang vaguely heard the sound of a fist slamming against a desk from the other end, sending a jolt through his heart. It was clear the other party was furious.
Furthermore, his greatest concern right now was that if Long Yin's poison were cured by Jun Qiluo, things would turn rather unfavorable! In comparison, the Prince of Zhan's scandalous messes were completely pushed to the back of his mind.
Because of his previous ordeal, a strange transformation had occurred within Ye Feng. Not only had his inner strength increased exponentially, but his physical agility had also vastly improved. Coupled with his years of military service, this had forged a reflex capability unique to a soldier.
The white jade cups were connected by a red silk thread. The thread was so fine it seemed as though a single tug would snap it, yet the bond between the two had long been tightly intertwined, impossible to sever.
Lin Xue suddenly caught a sound—human voices speaking, though indistinct, as if coming from some distance away.
When Zhao Fangkui stated what he desired, Wu Li could not recall it for the life of her. Only after pondering for she knew not how long did she finally comprehend what Zhao Fangkui was truly seeking.
To prepare for the basketball competition, Shen Wang and Jiang Yan actively trained at the gymnasium, living a full and busy life.
Palace Decree was a trusted attendant of the Empress. Although she did not kneel, she did not stay out of it either. Always composed when she lectured Yun Yerong, she now began to bend halfway at the waist to plead for mercy from the Prince of Kong.
"Princess Consort, Cousin-in-law, this is the washroom. Everything inside has been properly arranged, and I shall wait here for you," Lady Zhao said, curtsying to Yun Yerong.
"Appoint officials solely by virtue, and surround oneself with capable men. Yan Liang mastered the upper tier of spiritual energy at the age of eighteen; the businesses he managed in Southern Chu and Wuhuan doubled within three years; he loved his clansmen as himself, remembering even the names of the menial laborers who swept the ant nests, and often slept in the same pit as such servants. How could such a virtuous talent be unworthy of the position of Clan Head?" said the grand-uncle of the Zhuo family.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared to return to her private room. As she passed by, she suddenly heard the name "Hongyu" uttered from a neighboring room.
After turning it over in his mind, Li Xingyun ultimately concluded that the key to breaking the stalemate lay with Su Yan and Xia Xiaoxiao.
When the crowd had watched their fill, they finally dispersed. A burst of fire erupted from the Heavenly Fire Tripod, and a hundred-odd thousand-mile butterflies flew out from the flames, fluttering away in all directions until they vanished entirely.
Faced with this all-encompassing blade qi, Neil Torlad gripped the center of the four-section halberd, relying purely on his inner energy to make both ends of the weapon spin furiously.
It was unclear precisely which remark had displeased Mu Qinghan, for his expression turned grim in an instant.
His fingertips traced the contours of the two butterfly blades on her back, then slid down her spine into a deeper realm, observing with rapt amusement as she half-closed her eyes in endurance, her slightly parted, crimson, moisture-glossed lips emitting a faint moan.