Chapter 41: The Lost Dog, Gone Forever

"Thank you for your kindness."

The scarred man looked at the pork knuckle, then back at Xiao Si’s increasingly shallow chest movements, his voice trembling. He only knew that he had raised Xiao Si from a child. He thought of him as his own son, but now, having to bury a child he had raised as his own, watching Xiao Si breathe his last before his very eyes, he felt as if he were suffocating. The agony was unbearable. Grief began to fester. The scarred man touched Xiao Si’s cheek, his pain leaving him no room to care about anything else.

Interstellar teleportation array? It was actually the first time Changning realized that interstellar teleportation arrays were essentially the transportation system of this realm.

And so, overnight, a once happy family was shattered. With his parents dying prematurely and having lost everything, Ankuila clung tightly to the truth of his father's death amidst loneliness and despair. He grew up silent, enduring the discriminatory and humiliating gazes of others; beyond revenge, there was no room left in his heart for anything else.

Yes, that is what everyone believed. But, Qingqing, don't you think it is too cruel of you to say that to me?

"So, that is why you were playing the zither at that time, attempting to distract Lingxiang?" Yan Qing suddenly recalled the scene.

The dust slowly dissipated. Xiong Qi lowered the arms he had used to shield his eyes, and what met his gaze made him gasp. Further away, Lilina, who clearly knew something, stood dumbfounded.

Jinqing sighed, her heart aching. Ultimately, nothing that shouldn't have happened did, but from now on, there would likely be an unbridgeable rift between her and Meng Jun.

I felt like someone who hadn't fully woken up and was still lingering in bed, my words disjointed, my voice listless and weak.

For so many years, he had never mentioned Su Luoman, firmly avoiding any topic related to her. It was as if everything concerning Su Luoman was an untouchable subject. Whenever someone brought it up in front of him, he would inevitably lose his temper, looking as though he were in unbearable agony.

"Heh, come to think of it, I truly envy your Bishui Jinjing Beast clan for being able to ascend a rank directly through the Qingmu Spirit Fruit. No wonder your clan, despite being few in number, consists entirely of experts," the old man said with a smile, his eyes slightly narrowed.

As the oak doors opened, the driver skillfully controlled the horse's speed, and the chariot moved slowly forward, followed by two rows of guards as they headed out of the city.

"Who?" A-Ling pretended not to know, even though she had long since heard the report from her subordinates that the vixen had escaped on her own.

Neither of them looked at Liang Youzhu again; each holding one of Fu Ya's hands, they walked out of the school grounds, chatting and laughing. Anyone with eyes could see they were a family of three.

Thus, they consulted and decided to wait for more people from the Eastern Continent to arrive, so they could join forces to break the barrier here.

The enormous golden Buddha figure, with fingers pinched in a flower-offering mudra, lowered its head slightly, as if observing the group from the Central Continent.

Those who supported Ye Changsheng believed that, as the young clan leader, he naturally held the authority to handle affairs within the clan.

Yang Weihua and Liu Weiguang, neither willing to be outdone, engaged in a lively war of words. Even when they spoke of the most ordinary things, their words seemed to carry hidden layers of meaning.

Wan Xiaoyun nodded, her delicate brows slightly furrowed and her expression cooling, an aura of natural authority emerging from her.

When Gu Qingyi returned home that evening, Ye Changsheng took the initiative to ask about her experience that day.

Tu Yilin and He Yan did not return to the village; the reason was simple—it was already surrounded by strange fish.

When she saw Pu Yu not far away eyeing her with a lewd gaze, a wave of disgust rose within her.

The moment this thought surfaced, Xu Xiao felt a wave of exhaustion surge through his body, instantly spreading to his limbs and bones. At the same time, a sharp pain pierced his mind.

The interior space of the cavern was far larger than they had imagined. This man-made cave was spacious enough to hold hundreds of people standing at once. The cavern was filled with river water from bottom to top, looking like a fish tank overflowing with water.