Chapter 89: The Bamboo Grove’s Gentle Coolness

Hearing this, Shen Luo turned his head toward Chen Yue, sensing the sincerity in her tone, and smiled radiantly. His genuine smile revealed two small dimples at the corners of his mouth, giving him a look both alluring and brilliant.

Chen Yue's fondness for the young man grew even stronger.

"Thank you," Shen Luo said straightforwardly, stepping in...

Boom! An invisible wave rippled out from Zanbu's hand, and the torn surge instantly spread through the heart of the volcanic nest.

"Your amateur diving skills are useless. Later, I'll have to administer oxygen to Ling'er—I'm afraid you'll get so angry you can't hold your breath," I said.

He was issuing orders to a group of boys, but everyone's spirits seemed low, and Liang wasn't sure if they were listening. The battle had not yet begun, but most of their morale was already gone.

Babu Black Flame strode forward and slammed his fist onto the massive iron ball, the powerful force sending it rolling back. They even heard a scream.

Not long after, a figure fell vertically from the sky. The group turned pale, hurriedly channeling their true energy to catch the falling person.

Shaking his head vigorously, Luo Zhaoyuan cleared his mind. He thought the arm hanging around his neck was nothing but two glossy sausages, and what he held in his right hand was merely a strip of bacon.

"Sir, what is this?" Su Qingmei suddenly changed expression, pulling out a sheet of letter paper.

Gradually, it became clear—the cavalry were wrapped in strange garments that looked like capes but covered their whole bodies.

The young noble in brocade had a remarkable background; he was Wang Renbiao, son of Prince Consort Wang Yu and Princess Tong'an, from the Taiyuan Wang clan. In Taiyuan, the Wang family was truly supreme—their influence was even greater than imperial decrees. Wang Renbiao walked straight to the private room on the second floor.

Tuoba Shen looked at Lady Cao, then stood up and took the pearl box bestowed by the Emperor. “Is this His Majesty’s consolation? He can’t even come to see Aunt himself? He has to send me back with this?” With that, he opened the box and overturned it; pearls scattered across the floor, rolling everywhere.

Wang Taiyi was not acting on impulse; he had great confidence in his physical prowess—his duel with Wang Ren was proof enough. In truth, he was thinking that if someone with exceptional luck found the missing parts later, he’d surely strike it rich. The greed from his past life had surfaced again.

Wang Hongli did not elaborate further, but he silently recalled the moment when Wang Feng had saved him.

"Miss, the person inside is a notorious swindler, a charlatan of the martial world. Don't let him fool you—his so-called miraculous medical skills are nothing but tricks, preying on those inexperienced like you," someone kindly warned.

The red tiger was in utter disarray, its chest slashed open by the mighty seal, blood pouring out, its breath weak. It was preparing to flee.

Qin Shou trembled as he looked at Sun Dasheng, whose clear gaze betrayed no sign of possession.

"Don't say foolish things. You look smart, but you're actually careless with yourself. I don't trust you to disinfect your wounds," Gu Chuanji insisted on personally applying medicine to Qiao Maima.

Seeing it was him, Wang Feng didn't spare even a second glance, turning back to his cultivation.

Wang Taiyi gazed at the incredibly powerful sword energy, somewhat surprised. It was of top-grade Wild rank, a martial skill rivaling the Great Yan Dynasty's national secrets. Who was this man, to wield such destructive power? Encountering such a high-level technique, the journey was not in vain.

Beitang Zhongxuan's body jolted, finally coming to his senses. His brows furrowed, and he quickly lifted his foot to give chase.

The two pondered for a long time, yet neither could determine who the creator of the mech was. They issued orders and began searching around Binhai City.