Chapter 53: The Monument of Mutual Longing

Wu Dalang, already boiling with rage, clenched his fists tightly. The carriage driver's curses made him so furious that he wanted to start a fight.

Rumei finished signing, and the accountant handed over the money. "Count it, exactly one hundred yuan," he said, closing the ledger.

Hearing this, the burly man became even more emotional. Tears streamed down his face, and a snot bubble the size of two thumbs popped out from his nose.

Everyone in this courtyard was a person of standing. While it might not be fair to say the hierarchy was rigid, the differential treatment that ought to exist was certainly there.

Gu Ziyang watched as Chu Fengqing finished one and wanted another, but then looked timidly at the people around the table. He felt both amused and a little heartbroken.

Meanwhile, Yun Junhuan was in the secret chamber cultivating and advancing, unable to afford even the slightest disturbance or movement.

Jing Luo's face was so exceptionally striking that very few people ever paid attention to his voice when he remained silent.

Su Qingtian patted his waiter on the shoulder, turned his gaze toward Jing Luo, and saw an expression of complete calmness and composure, with not a trace of panic or confusion.

The young man's last sentence was spoken very cryptically, but Hao Mao, who followed behind, felt a great sense of relief upon hearing it. His lord had survived another ordeal.

"How can you be so sure?" Everyone in the venue wore loose, casual clothing, and some even made bold and exaggerated gestures. The ambient lighting flickered between bright and dim, allowing only silhouettes to be discerned vaguely through the haze, making it difficult to distinguish their true identities.

"Sigh~ If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to play the villain. The continent is already in turmoil enough as it is," Kelly said.

Hearing Xie Tian's words, Lin Kexin's face instantly turned as red as an apple. She glared fiercely at Xie Tian, covered her face, and ran out shyly. Xiao Shan stared blankly at Lin Kexin's flustered figure, feeling utterly helpless in his heart. *Is this really the Lin Kexin I know?* He shook his head and continued drinking his porridge.

The American burly man looked at the man before him whose eyes were as warm as sunlight. His intuition told him that one of the shots earlier had been fired by this man. He reached out his rough right hand in a friendly manner and shook Xiao Yuan's hand firmly.

However, for now, it was better not to keep lingering on the road. It would not be good if they were spotted by prying eyes.

That was fine, too, since today was merely meant for testing the teammates' proficiency anyway. The stronger the opponents, the better their true teamwork could be revealed.

The group passed through the spatial gate back to the Tower City entrance, underwent disinfection and cleaning in the six-layer isolation chambers, and entered Tower City.

Just as Dema and the others were about to leave, Wolfa called out to them once more, speaking to Dema and Zoro.

"I just took a flight around the space and visited many plantations. There are many magical plants growing inside, and numerous miraculous creatures raised there. No wonder my Pyramid City holds little attraction for you." Luyuan was amazed by the sheer scale of the space; he had flown at supersonic speed yet failed to find its boundaries.

"It's Sister Zhumeng!" Luping pointed excitedly into the distance at the two figures walking through the icy landscape amidst the twilight.

The opponent's cultivation was merely between the peak of Dharma Idol and the First Stage of Divine Bridge. Although possessing some talent, they were entirely incomparable to Ye Tian, let alone capable of dodging this single palm strike.

After getting drunk, Zhu Bajie directly grabbed that AV star, randomly picked one of the wooden cabins Sun Wukong had just built, and rushed in, completely ignoring that his pants had fallen off along the way.

About the time it takes to brew a cup of tea later, a hundred disciples from the two mansions carried ten corpses and laid them out neatly on the Heavenly Saint Stage.

Given Churchill's character, he would undoubtedly seek out French traitors, incite the indigenous people of Algeria to rebel, and then launch an aggressive invasion using the British forces in Africa.

At that moment, however, Qi Tianshou had already forced his way into the hall, causing the Chaotic Ancestor of Demons, who had originally intended to deal a fatal blow to the Nine-Headed Insect, to pause.

Qin Ge, male, twenty years old, a college graduate, employed at his uncle's enterprise, and an avid escape game enthusiast.

When interrogating prisoners, the Gestapo frequently chose to do so when they were exhausted or drowsy.

"This, this..." Gu Wanli was even more surprised to learn that there was such a backstory, listening with a look of utter shock.

"Zijing, it's your turn as well. Your second brother has made great progress; you should learn more from him," Wang Xizhi said with a delighted smile.

Soul jades were bound to one's life; the shattering of a jade meant that the cultivator had perished. As soon as this news spread, the entire Divine Land was in an uproar.

Dongmei was sweating with anxiety, but Ye Beicheng refused to listen to her. Just as she was about to raise her foot to chase after Ye Beicheng, she was blocked by Xuanwu.

With a man like his father who looked at people through colored glasses, simply based on the fact that Ning Xin worked as an internet cafe manager, it would be impossible for him to agree to let her be a tutor.

Su Bei looked at the large clock ahead, once again driving the momentum of the three pulses, preparing to launch an attack when several piercing sounds came from behind him.

Zhang Youjun had returned to China not long ago, and after being married for so long, Song Qingqing finally became pregnant.

"Now my chances of winning have increased by a few more folds!" He Changyu thought to himself. Although his realm had improved, he could not afford to underestimate his enemy.

If things were truly as she said—sitting down to have a proper talk—they would probably start arguing before even a few sentences were exchanged, which seemed to hold little meaning.

Shen Yunchu looked closely and saw that it was indeed Youqing. She had fallen to the ground in disarray, her clothes in disorder, hair scattered, and her neck covered in purplish-blue bruises. It was needless to say what had happened.

City Lord Liu remained silent on the side, but the look in his eyes as he watched Professor Luo had clearly turned peculiar.

Ji Changyuan harbored an indescribable depression. Clearly, these were items obtained after hard-fought battles; being hunted down for no reason was bad enough, but now she was also being targeted and faced mortal danger.

With a shrill shriek from the Shamanic Soul, countless miserably green ghost fires violently ignited around it the next moment. Immediately afterward, the speed of the Shamanic Soul multiplied several times over, abruptly overtaking everyone present.