Suppressing the North and Displaying Might - Chapter 163: The Truth of the Disaster

In the early morning, soft sunlight spilled into the hospital room. Having kept vigil all through the night, Li Qiutong was propping up her head, nodding off drowsily.
"Ahem, ahem." A fit of coughing sounded, and Li Qiutong abruptly snapped awake. However, after coughing a few times, Bailian grew quiet once more, her eyes remaining tightly closed.
With a helpless yawn, Li Qiutong walked out of the hospital room. The dazzling sunlight brought a measure of warmth; the bitter winter had already passed, and the breath of early spring was now visible on the branches.
When Li Qiutong walked into the adjoining lounge, she discovered that Qin Shuyu had also stayed awake the entire night, slumped over the desk early this morning with a face full of exhaustion.
After a simple wash, Li Qiutong went to the kitchen and carefully prepared some breakfast. One...
Originally, when they first learned the name Qin Jie, they had some suspicions about whether this Qin Jie could be that same Qin Jie, but now, they had practically confirmed it.
Mu Yuxi was momentarily stunned. Ever since her fall on the Victoria's Secret runway, no one had ever asked her so directly whether she was afraid.
Walking over to the side, Netherworld spoke in a soft voice to the fallen Ye Mo, his tone growing increasingly gloomy upon seeing the bloody marks on everyone's bodies.
Ning Zituo hurriedly stood up to shield Mu Qianshui, while Mu Qianshui hid behind Ning Zituo, not even daring to reveal her head.
The story of Chenxiang splitting the mountain to save his mother has long been widely circulated among the common people and is deeply rooted in their hearts. It has now been adapted to the theatrical stage, with both the Qinqiang opera "Splitting the Mountain to Save His Mother" and the Peking Opera "The Lotus Lantern" portraying this tale.
He quickly stood up and drew his blade, but Ling Yi did not wait for him to steady himself, instead grabbing him by the hair and slamming his knee viciously into the bridge of his nose.
Well, getting injured while exploring a mystic realm is quite normal. She hasn't mobilized the projection I left behind, nor has she triggered my keepsake, so presumably everything is still under control.
Then followed a booming explosion. Jian Wuqiu's mind was violently shaken, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, and the ancestral hall was reduced to flying fragments amidst the blasts.
The old man on the sickbed remained the most terrifying and powerful person in the city at this moment.
Zhao Yu wore a wry smile. Feeling the white vapor drifting above the cold pool, a wisp of chill penetrated directly into his body, causing him to shiver all over.
"Momo, if you don't want to go back, stay at my house today. I'll keep you company and chat with you; that would be nice," Liang Huahua said with a worried look, gazing at the sorrow deep within Su Momo's eyes.
Stepping onto it, Zhang Yang breathed in the fresh air. Although the spiritual energy was extremely thin, he hadn't come here for cultivation anyway, so it could still be considered quite leisurely.
As for Shen Feng, not only had he walked out of the formation unscathed, but the sixteen Sea Eagle guards who had surrounded him vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, stunning everyone present to the extent that they all forgot to continue their attack.
"And you're waiting for your own move? We killed the Ghost Emperors of the South, North, and West gates—do you really think they wouldn't know after such a long time?" Xu Hong once more pulled Qin Mengling back from her state of excitement to reality.
Yet Li Xinru's asking a question to which she already knew the answer left Lu Chen at a loss. He mentally fumbled for words for a long time, yet had no idea how to voice them.
Tsk tsk, and this fellow still claims there's nothing ambiguous going on. Look at that bird-like expression of his—watch this lord of yours fish it right out of him, he muttered inwardly while staring at the shifting expressions on Chenlong's face.
The disconnected cell phone began to ring persistently again shortly after. Shi Zichen was finally, successfully awakened.
The moment this voice spoke, the two factions that had been fighting so fiercely suddenly stopped, and then turned simultaneously to look at the speaker.
Ji Yucheng felt like vomiting blood. He had been pursued and hunted by the flood dragon for a full half-month, yet the creature remained relentlessly unforgiving.
"Damn it! Could it be that the other sects have joined forces to move against us?" a high-ranking member of the Yuan Yi Sect shouted angrily.
Yet she was plotting in vain; how could Song Renbo grant her wish? That secret imperial medicine had been obtained from Zhao Lian and then passed on to Xiao Sanniang—if Mi Qiuhán wasn't dragged into the muddy waters, how could this play go on?
The crowd chimed in with various remarks. This was no time for false modesty; although a great calamity loomed right before their eyes, the rules they had long observed still caused them to unconsciously maintain order.