Chapter 89: Backing

Zhou Jingyi’s gaze was furious and sharp, his voice icy cold. Zhou Mingfan instinctively shook his head. “I didn’t see it myself, but the servants at home did.”

After speaking, Zhou Mingfan hurriedly pulled over two servants. “Tell Fifth Master what you saw just now,” he urged.

The two exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and resolved to stick to their story. “We saw the First Mistress push the Second Mistress down the stairs,” one said.

The night wind stirred everyone’s spirits, yet Mo Chenliu felt her good days might be coming to an end.

From the map, it appeared that the opposing duo in the bottom lane hadn’t returned since their last trip to the base for supplies. They likely weren’t heading back to push the lane but had chosen instead to come top, forming a pincer attack with the Duelist.

Wang Jin turned his head to block Fifteen’s whip, intending to strike it aside with his sword, but to his surprise, the whip wrapped around the blade in his hand.

“Sorry, since you are not a registered gladiator and the battle did not end in the usual manner, we cannot grant you a victory reward,” the arena staff explained to Chu Yun.

Bai Ruoyun’s trembling fingers touched Liu Shiyan’s sash, his heart pounding so fiercely it nearly burst from his chest. Suddenly nervous, he pulled his hand back. Though he had longed day and night for Liu Shiyan’s favor, when the moment finally arrived, he found himself hesitating.

So, the only option in Ares’s mind was: perhaps try to establish some rapport? Maybe persuade it to return to Krucyne and reunite with its family?

Chen Lu was likely just awakened, much like Han You; yet his appearance at this moment stirred up a storm.

However, to refuse Long Na’s request outright would be unthinkable—after all, he had sought her help and asked her to assist him.

Zhang Zhao received a box of twenty-four bottles of mineral water and some food. He had no complaints about the allocation. As long as there was enough to eat, there was nothing more to ask for. Besides, his group hadn’t contributed much in the recent food searches.

“That’s right. Keep a close eye on Li Jiaji,” Yang Fei analyzed. “By rights, he should be more cautious, given the suspicion, but instead he’s eager to expose flaws. If he isn’t a master, there must be something important we haven’t uncovered.”

Clearing her throat, she began to report to Cao Yue all she had learned during this period, along with her opinions and suggestions.

Back then, Zhang Shaoni was much more spirited than now. Though he lacked the wisdom and prudence he later gained, his youthful passion made him nearly unmatched. This matter was something Zhang Shaoni had taken on as a side job by chance.

“Robert, Robert, this is Gordon,” Gordon responded to Robert’s call over the communicator.

Cheng Xuanzhi, Qiu Ze, and Ling Feng exchanged glances; clearly, none wanted to campaign against the Ghost Gate. To them, it was like striking a stone with an egg—utterly futile, doomed to bring nothing but trouble.

Thus, if one was careful, most detection spells were silent and wouldn’t disturb Xu Tian’s healing.

“Uh, uh…” Sima Yi wanted to speak, but couldn’t find the words. He raised his right hand slightly, moved his right leg, then gently waved his hand, pointing to his left side.

“Captured? All captured?” Was it really that easy? Ma Chao did not quite grasp the situation.

It was Zhang Shaoni who answered. Only then did he and his companion understand why Ge Yueying claimed not to be home—it was simply to avoid being sought out.

Such a wall was known in the realm of magic as a Blood Wall. Ordinary ghosts and evil spirits couldn’t pass through it, and because it was built right into the structure, sheltered from wind and rain, its efficacy would not fade even after centuries.