Chapter 47: The Weeping War Cloud Continent

"Do I need to make an appointment for the exam? Where is the veterinary station?" Ye Siran asked anxiously.

"An appointment? I don't think so. As long as someone recommends you, you can take the exam. Actually, the exam isn’t that strict. My dad said to wait for him..."

Before Chen Zilong finished, Ye Siran interrupted, "I’ll go to Uncle Chen this afternoon to get a recommendation slot and take the exam this afternoon."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you just come to the farm every day to pick tea leaves?"

The breach in the barrier was crowded with countless demonic cultivators and ghost cultivators, making it very difficult to leave from there.

"What kind of treasure is this? So amazing," Wang Zhe asked with curiosity. After saying this, he realized his voice had changed—becoming deeper and more resonant.

The Mountain-Breaking Beast trusted its master implicitly and always obeyed orders strictly. It was an incredibly loyal demon beast. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have stayed by Shang Fangyan’s side for ten years, even while trapped by the Vitality Shackles and confined in the Frozen Ocean.

Although Long’er said this, she herself knew that after so many years, she had never returned home. She didn’t know what her father had become.

Because it had been snowing all day, Bai Qi’s sense of time was somewhat confused. Unconsciously, mealtime had passed, but even if he went to the cafeteria now, there would still be food. Although he had been told not to go out casually, going to the cafeteria was allowed.

Earlier, his spiritual energy was so thin that a single wave had depleted it completely. Now, although not completely drained, Long Yue’s reserves were also running low. However, Long Yue knew this was no time to rest.

Tang Zhenhua inexplicably felt much better. He neatly folded the quilt on his bed, put the stool back in place that he had kicked aside, then left the room.

"No need. It’s really nothing, just a small favor. You don’t have to thank me," Gong Yichen hurriedly declined.

Bai Qi remained kneeling on the ground, but he no longer coughed. Touching the purplish marks on his neck, the fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, sinister smile.

When someone opened the prison door and dragged Lin Lie away from her, she nearly wept with joy.

Passing by the first floor, she saw Allen and scolded him indirectly, "You men always think with your lower half. Hmph!" Then she walked away with her head held high.

With some urgency, Su Man lifted the curtain and saw Su Gao and two others inside the carriage, unconscious and tightly bound.

From the time they fell in love until they married, whenever they slept together, he always held and embraced her. When she was pregnant, he would clasp her hand tightly with both of his.

The boy’s companions originally wanted to stand up for him, but seeing Chu Peihan’s skills, they were somewhat intimidated. Plus, the boy stopped speaking, so they decided it was better not to cause trouble.

Kang Shaojie had already mentioned it; if she didn’t answer, it would seem rude. Besides, it was just taking a call—what’s the big deal?

Ning Jing quietly stepped back, pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve to cover her face, then thought better of it and let her hair fall to conceal her face and eyes, feeling somewhat reassured.

That same year, Ye Zichen died at the age of forty-nine. His illness was never cured. Because he didn’t recover for a long time, his parents had long given up on him, leaving him in the hospital for over ten years without visiting. They only came to settle his affairs after he passed away.

The sound of the corpse cocoon striking the stone grew louder. The nine people ignored the stone statues on the bridge and all walked onto it.

So pure and simple, she always felt that the once close and amiable Lin Zhi had changed. Yet looking at the identical brows, eyes, and figure, she couldn’t quite say what was different.