Chapter 113: Another Path

“Follow me.” Wei Qu led her toward the mortuary at the end of the corridor.

Ryoko Hamada looked up and laughed, as if she had encountered something utterly absurd.

In terms of vision, no one on the entire continent could compare to her, yet the person before her defied all logic. Just when you think you’ve reached the limit, the next moment reveals otherwise.

Looking down below, the sect leader knew most disciples were bewildered. Only Kong Xuan and Dapeng truly understood his intentions, while Ziguang and Hongxia merely followed orders blindly. Still, this matter required further explanation to clarify its purpose. So, the leader gazed downward and spoke again.

“The breakfast is in the thermos flask. If it gets cold, heat it up before eating,” Ye Kaicheng reminded.

“What’s wrong? Afraid now? Look how strong Mo Mo is when she senses something’s wrong,” Hu Lan mocked Chen Hao mercilessly.

“Not spatial turbulence? That’s a relief...” Potian stopped mid-sentence, just having breathed a sigh of relief.

“Take good care of Abao. I’m leaving. If I find out you’re using this to settle personal scores, it will prove you still care for her—and you’ll bear the consequences!” Changxi warned sharply once more.

The realm of the divine is at most a barely independent space, yet time remains under the control of the natural cosmos.

This stone chamber cannot be exited from the inside, but outside, the mechanism to open it can be found quite easily.

Escaping safely with only two bags of provisions was already a challenge. Without Lady Lin’s quick decision, they would never have made it out intact.

Wu Nan, tense and shocked, stared at the sudden change in the leader’s expression from stormy to clear, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at the phone in his hand.

One blue, one white — both the same style, revealing bare shoulders, accentuating the slender, graceful figure and lending it a mature elegance.

Even if these two were not the ones who killed him, without them, he would have certainly succeeded in reincarnation in the short term. As for Rong Mo’s future, whether she could survive her frailty was uncertain; even if she could, reclaiming her physical body would be no easy feat.

Ye Batian’s teeth ached with frustration, itching to strike someone. He refused to believe it was mere coincidence — this shameless pair had been lying in wait all along. He wasn’t fooled.

“Elder, please continue,” Ye Ding’s brows shifted as he lowered his head again to peel shrimp. His movements were far more meticulous than before, as if handling not a mere shrimp but something precious and fragile that required careful protection.

Was the mirror Zhu Ying possessed the same as this one? Or perhaps this very mirror was the one Zhu Ying had given to Elder Lu?

The facts largely aligned with Ye Qianli’s thoughts. At that moment, Rong Mo was in Wushuang City, having been saved by Princess Yuanjia after falling — or more accurately, rescued by Commander Chang.

Zhu Yuan’s clear eyes flickered as he glanced at his son, naturally aware the boy was dissatisfied with his previous words and was responding with sharp retorts.

By the Jade Pure Pool, silence still reigned; no sound disturbed the serenity. It seemed the earlier disturbance was merely a trick of the mind shared only between me and Chifeng.

Among the celestial gates, the closest to the Southern Heavenly Gate was the Lingxiao Palace, where the gods gathered daily to discuss matters, akin to a mortal emperor’s court.

She didn’t even pause her footsteps, as if those people didn’t exist, striding forward with her usual grace — light and carefree, like wandering through the mountains and fields.

I turned my head, staring intently at her. Before she could speak, I broke into a radiant smile, freeing my hand from Li Xuyu’s grasp and preparing to turn away.