Chapter 122: A Temporary Dormancy

Inside the Castel Sant'Angelo.

Leo sat atop the tower, his right hand wrapped in white bandages, through which a faint trace of blood could be seen.

"The mob outside the castle is growing," Rossi reported to Leo. "We have lost twenty-seven soldiers, three of whom were knights. Furthermore, your chief secretary, Ricardo, has gone missing; he may have met with misfortune..."

"Hmm."

With a sudden, sharp forward thrust of his blade, he blocked the path of the Poem of Plague. Then, raising both hands high, he brought his sword down in a heavy strike, attacking the Poem of Plague from three directions simultaneously.

Wen Wanqing repeated her earlier question, "Why am I here?" With that, she prepared to get out of bed.

Although Zeng Keke's parents had many questions, they were all brushed aside by Brother Li, who claimed he was acting under secret orders.

People who seek such frenzied revenge against society are rare, but every time it happens, it brings endless panic to the public.

However, Chao Cuo could not tolerate this. In his view, if one holds office, one must share the burdens of the nation; if one merely avoids trouble, what is the point of being an official? He held people like Shen Tu Jia and Tao Qing in contempt.

After settling the bill submitted by Tashigi—which listed even the buckets at the highest market prices—the Golden Noah officially set sail the next morning, heading straight for the Grand Line.

With a soft sound, Ling Yun's sudden ambush was finally blocked by his opponent. Facing only Ling Yun's shadow clone, Li Suifeng was entirely fearless, meeting his gaze directly while activating his "Sword Heart Clarity" state of mind, putting all his energy into defending against the true form of Ling Yun, who was descending like the legendary Feipeng.

At dawn, as the sky began to brighten, the great city of Bangkok began to bustle once more. Motorcycles gradually filled the highways, becoming so dense they were practically uncountable.

Yuan Ang, however, was having a difficult time, for before the execution of Chao Cuo, he had pledged to Liu Qi that he would quell the rebellion with his words alone.

Feeling that the spiritual energy in the surroundings was similar to that of the Spirit Stone Mountain, Xun Yi channeled his magic, carrying Zhi Xia as they dashed haphazardly in every direction.

Zhang Cheng became increasingly certain that this guy had ulterior motives; otherwise, why hadn't he mentioned that the utility room was locked? Although it was only a simple, intermediate-level lock that Zhang Cheng opened in mere seconds, this detail undeniably proved that the scoundrel Angelo was harboring malicious intent.

"But Miss Chen has been married before, and she has even had a child." A hint of bitterness welled up in Zhao Zhiruo's heart.

At this moment, the illusion was beginning to dissipate, and Yu Chan worriedly emphasized the points where things were most likely to go wrong until the illusion vanished completely.

Yet, fate did not favor him. The more anxious Song Yizhou became, the more chaotic his actions grew; he tripped over something and tumbled across the ground twice.

She wandered through the market again, though she didn't really intend to reopen her hand-grab pancake stall. As long as the fresh noodle soup business took off, the whole family wouldn't have to work themselves to the bone from dawn till dusk; they could all just focus on preparing the soup ingredients together.

Because her skin had been pulled sharply, Bai Ruozhu could not help but cry out, but immediately after, Li Yi’s rough hand touched her face.

"Let’s go. Once we deliver the packages, we will hurry back to the mountain gate," the Taoist said, picking up the two parcels with a smile.

One can only hope that everyone—whether it be Scholar Liang or the officials in Guangzhou—will act with some wisdom and, before the dust settles on the affairs of the capital, refrain from rushing so eagerly toward the road to the afterlife.

"You seek death!" The Three-Soul Immortal Venerable surged with rage, waving his hand to strike down the rainbow light. As the arc of light dissipated, a dark red flush rose upon his face, whether from anger or the effort of absorbing that heavy blow, it was impossible to tell.

The guest room was large, and though called a guest room, it actually included a grand hall. In the sofa of the hall sat a young, unusually muscular man with his legs crossed; behind him stood two old men.