(155) Peril in the Secluded Chamber

However, that said, Liu Yi still did not agree with Liu Xixi’s casual attitude toward relationships between men and women. Setting aside the question of Liao Wanxun’s true identity, simply considering the decline in medical standards in the post-apocalyptic world and the ease of contracting infectious diseases, such recklessness was unacceptable.

Taking a step back, even if both parties were healthy and conception succeeded, was there really such a dire shortage of children in the safe zones? Where in the world did so many pregnancies come from?

Love was like the spark ignited by the collision of two souls.

Jin Yuanyun returned home, too excited to sleep, her mind replaying the night’s unexpected encounter: Richard’s calm demeanor, his decisiveness—her thoughts filled entirely with him.

Amid the violent swirling of ghostly energy high in the sky, the dual-faced old demon laughed heartily, “Tian Ba Hu, I never expected to see this day. I truly want to see how you’ll survive it.” With that, he let out a thunderous roar.

After the mysterious figure spoke, the members of the four great factions all heaved sighs of relief. Then, the thousands of troops from the four powers fled like a tide.

He remembered the day he ascended the throne and asked his elder brother what he desired. The man said he wanted nothing. The eighth brother was satisfied, and the fifth brother was comforted, feeling that all the hardships over the years had not been in vain.

The voice belonged to a deep, resonant man’s voice. As the words fell, a tall figure descended beside Ye Wu Yang, clad in a voluminous robe. A fiery mark gleamed on his forehead—it was another demon.

“Preposterous!” The Mad Wolf finally lost his patience. Even in the heat of battle, he had never been obstructed like this. Yet now, he was being stopped by a mere servant of the Xiao family.

Behind the warriors followed four military transport vehicles, each carrying fifteen special forces soldiers, led by Huang Chen, fully armed.

Upon hearing the news that the Jin army’s vehicles had withdrawn, everyone relaxed. But Xiao Ming remained skeptical. Could the Jin army’s winter offensive really end so abruptly? He dispatched scouts to track the Jin army’s retreat and confirm if they had truly withdrawn.

Dragons were naturally a warrior race, born with immense energy and innate combat abilities.

Zhang Guangqi’s style of play was the most orthodox, balancing offense and defense with a relatively standard approach. It all depended on who could think further and more comprehensively.

Yet when he reached the camp’s gate and saw the scene before him, he was stunned. The situation was not what he had imagined—that someone was inciting the ‘disorderly’ people to storm the camp. Instead, batches of young people from the city surged into the camp like a tide.

After some polite exchanges among the elders, Shao Bai Dongfang, representing the entire Xiao Yao Sect, invited the newcomers to stay overnight at the Misty Peak to wash away their travel dust, rest well, and set out again the next day.

Zhang Yi followed closely behind the two, took a deep breath, and gazed into the tomb, where suddenly a narrow passage appeared, lined with dozens of stone steps leading deep underground, disappearing into darkness.

At this moment, the things she told him were more profound and special.

“Brother Ouyang? Since when are you so close with him?” Leng Yihan was caught off guard by her sharp reprimand, his face showing a hint of embarrassment. To save face, he deliberately changed the subject.

“So many mystics from Beihai have been coming over to our Eastern Yue lately?” Chang Ning recalled a strange piece of intelligence she had encountered these days and asked Hai Wuya.

On horseback, Gao Mohan asked faintly, appearing concerned, which made Gao San shiver involuntarily.

Meng Jun silently glanced at Ye Weian nearby. The youngest duke of the Tang Dynasty was no longer the confident, spirited man he had been at the start of the year. Now, Ye Weian was still gentle but more composed and reserved, his emotions unreadable.

Totori felt as if her ginseng root had been placed among the tea set on the table. Of course, some was probably in the washware too. She thought that mastering most of the alchemy material today was a good thing, but after her mother’s shameless meddling, she no longer felt any joy.