Chapter 13070 — Or to Put It Another Way — Even Xue Wanqian, once he truly reached the stage of the finals, was still an unknown quantity as to whether he could hold out.
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"So what if we are arrogant? What can you do about it?" A cold, clear voice issued from Di Yehuang's lips, carrying an air of domineering force and the noble bearing of one long accustomed to standing above all others.
Their gazes fixed straight upon Yi Shuihan, filled with every kind of emotion—complex, friendly, curious, wary, contemptuous, envious—the list went on and on.
"Nonsense! The sect's Fayuan Bell itself has measured you—you possess a thousand-year divine body. How could you possibly be unable to cultivate?" Shi Mengjie stared at Chen Haoyue, speaking with agitation, her voice much louder for the strength of her emotion.
Watching Gu Weilin and Hou Daguang head into the prison, chatting and laughing as they went, Lou Huaming followed the prison guards inside to collect his people.
So they clamped their feet against the stirrups, and their four hooves caught the wind as they gave chase without letup. Sure enough, on they rode for more than twenty li. The road beneath them grew harder and harder, the dust ever sparser, until they had ridden clear of the region where the dense fog lay scattered. But at this hour the evening mist was thick, and the sunlight was screened by cloud and vapor, leaving but one corner to spare, the light slanting from west to east.