Volume 1, Chapter 60: Leaving the City

Time passed swiftly, like a wild horse with broken reins, galloping forward tirelessly and without pause.

Seven days had already passed since the commendation ceremony at Wucheng University.

At Old Cao's Fried Chicken Restaurant, the Blazing Slaughter Team had gathered together today.

Everyone had changed into casual clothes and was eating lively and happily.

Except for this single table, the restaurant was completely empty.

Relying on his vast spiritual power, and knowing after the fact that Chu Chen had achieved sanctity through his physical body, he understood that he could no longer rival Chu Chen in the physical domain. Therefore, he attempted to suppress Chu Chen using his boundless power.

Accompanying his voice was a set of obscure and complex magic seals. In an instant, the atmosphere surrounding him abruptly turned bizarre.

Since Zhang Lei always practiced magic alongside Ye Qingcheng, he had a fairly good grasp of combined spellcasting. Moreover, it was evident from his private diligence that he practiced quite often. Just now, Ye Qingcheng's few concise words felt to him like an enlightening dewdrop falling straight into his heart, striking the very depths of his soul.

Although Wandering Steamed Bun lacked the bonuses of the Whisperer Set, his casting speed was nonetheless blistering thanks to his full set of Level 8 equipment. The casting speed of his Wind Blades had already reached 0.9 seconds! Such statistics were rare to find even within the entire Heaven's Alliance.

Upon seeing the slightly parted collar of Duanmu Xi and the crimson bodice faintly revealed beneath it, Xuanyuan Mo's eyes suddenly darkened, yet his brows knitted together gently when he caught sight of her damp, dripping hair.

Hearing Li Ronghua's words, Madam Li's brows gradually furrowed. Although Li Ronghua's words sounded naive, they inadvertently reminded Madam Li of the Right Prime Minister's Estate. Aside from Li Qiuyi herself, her marriage arrangements would likely require consultation with the Right Prime Minister's Estate when the time came.

"Damn, it's actually an elite-tier piece of equipment? This stuff came way too easily, didn't it?" Zhang Waiwai inspected the gear, a look of profound astonishment instantly appearing on his face.

Shen Yinqiu let out a chuckle and immediately drew gazes from all directions. "Cough, er, my apologies, please continue." She straightened her expression, lowered her head, and went back to watching her turtle.

Xu Jinwei could not help but smile bitterly. Whether in the past or the present, when all was said and done, the one who always had to lower his head was him.

This notion would naturally cause Jinlian to form a habit of acceptance, making her feel that this was simply how things ought to be. Consequently, she overlooked her own inner thoughts—or rather, she overlooked the fact that she should have loved Shuisheng.

What a pity that hatred cannot translate into strength. Apart from hatred, this idiot possessed nothing save for a boring and meaningless arrogance. She had no idea what on earth this guy had to be arrogant about.

With eyes brimming with pleasant surprise, Lin Shenshen tightly grasped Jin Yang's hand and gazed up into his face.

Though he had desperately wanted to control Helena directly and hack Zining into absolute pieces to set his mind at ease, no matter how he tried to command her, Helena remained unresponsive like a corpse. It was not until he witnessed with his own eyes the vines of the Grim Reaper slowly wrapping around both Zining and Helena that he finally believed they were both dead.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone collectively let out a sigh of relief. No matter how much they disliked the Imperial Highness before them, he was still the person closest to the Emperor's heart, and they had to pamper him accordingly. If they coaxed this Highness well, they could have whatever they desired.

"Forget it, forget it. Who told me to act on my own accord? I deserve the humiliation of having my hair cut off," Leng Yuan muttered with a hint of vexation. How was she supposed to face people looking like this now?

"This one, I want this one..." Xin Yu tapped on the counter and shouted back at Li睿. But when she turned around, she discovered that Li Rui's gaze was not on her at all, which instantly filled her with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. If there hadn't been so many people around, she really would have gone over, grabbed him by the ear, and dragged this scoundrel back. To think he was still looking around everywhere even after arriving here.

Susan picked up the clothes discarded beside the bed—a simple style bearing the number 9. Then she glanced at Xiao Baizhu; this guy was actually wearing a similar garment, except his number was 10.