Chapter 98: You Are Not Entitled to Be Part of Her Remaining Years

Upon hearing these words, Mo Qinghan narrowed her eyes slightly, a calm and unwavering light flickering within them. She cast a fleeting glance at He Yurou and Zhao Yiya, who stood off to the side, and finally fixed her gaze upon He Zheyu’s furious face. After pondering for a few seconds, she deliberately put on a frivolous smile and said, “She’s right! Isn’t He Zheyu a man I, Mo Qinghan, have already used? And isn’t Zhao Yiya picking up a man I, Mo Qinghan, have already discarded?” She glanced at He Yurou, then continued, “Your niece is even more pathetic. The man I rejected can’t even be bothered to give her a proper look! Isn’t that rather sad?”

Her mocking words had barely left her lips when He Zheyu seized her chin, his innate regal aura chillingly oppressive, pressing upon Mo Qinghan with an intensity she’d never felt before. She could distinctly sense He’s...

After all, at this time, the Sect of Interception reigned as the foremost sect in the world, and most generals in the mortal realm were disciples of this sect. If the Master of the Heavens refused, they simply had no way to interfere in the Central Plains.

Before Yuan Fan and his companions entered the tomb, the previous group to venture inside had discovered a secret deep within. A foreigner named Green was the finder of this secret. At that time, Sun Chengwei and Sun Chengzhen, fellow disciples, captured Green and brought him into the tomb, intending for him to guide the way.

At this moment, Daoist Burning Lamp, Grand Master Lingbao, and others gathered, their faces full of teasing smiles as they looked at Su Hu, his wife, and Su Yuan standing between them.

When the moon hung high overhead, Ziying had already yawned several times. Suddenly, the sound of soft rustling drifted in from outside the door.

Hearing Wu Yan speak, Yao Dongguang also found his request reasonable, so he led Wu Yan toward a magical artifact shop. Before long, the three arrived at a fairly large shop. Inside were all manner of defensive magical artifacts and robes of every design—a truly vast array.

Those nearby heard and were instantly touched by a faint shock. They could not understand how, simply by divulging a name, one could become a criminal among the Barbarians.

Suddenly, the two skeletal tokens of Infinity split on their own, and under the stunned gaze of Fu Yang and Grandpa Xiong, they crumbled into fine powder and scattered across the floor.

Now, even Meng Yangui didn’t think of escaping. He could tell that Yuan Fan wasn’t speaking out of rage, but was preparing to use his trump card—winning others over with reason.

Beside the golden stone sat a pitch-black furnace. Ordinarily, such a dark furnace would not catch Qin Tian’s eye, but because of the golden stone, he noticed it.

The two chatted idly for a while, then silently watched as the bright moon slowly rose.

This hillside was not particularly high, only about six or seven hundred meters, overgrown with wild grass, utterly deserted, not even a path maintained, let alone streetlights.

Although she liked him and wished to be with him, she would not let fleeting pleasure lead her to recklessness.

Thinking this, she raised her head to gaze at the moon, then found the teacup on the coffee table and lifted it in a toast to the moon.

“Xingxing! Don’t talk nonsense!” Feng Cang timely scolded her from the side, clearly angered.

And that trace of energy lingered in the corpses of the ten Ghost Emperors, which was then refined by the consciousness of the Strange Tales.

Sure enough, retracing their steps, they found a faint line on the wall—a door so subtle no one would discover it without careful scrutiny.

Back in the battle at Liuzhou City, Wang Yu had defeated the proud son of heaven, Yin Hexuan, with his formidable dragon martial arts, making a name for himself.

Though humanity currently cannot match the powerful myriad races, with the help of Yin Soil, extinction is not a threat.

This was the first time the Zhou Dynasty launched a counterattack against the Xun Dynasty. With the aid of these potions, everyone believed they could inflict a heavy blow upon Xun.

Qin Mu continued forward at a steady pace, his clothes immaculate, not a single drop of blood staining him.

The mentor she once revered, after returning this time, no longer evoked the feelings she once had. Now, seeing the other, Zi Lian’s heart harbored only indifference.

Though talisman paper is supposed to be light, Luo Xin could clearly feel it slam onto the floor as if bricks had fallen.

“Place your bets!” The dealer’s standard call signaled the end of the betting round for this hand.