Chapter 57: The Crow and the Golden Bird

Skyland, Ansa Workshop.

Past noon, the sky remained overcast and dim. There was still no sign of the sun today. Standing beneath the oppressive, murmuring cascade of water, the salvagers chanted in rhythm as they hauled relics. They were utterly exhausted. Recently, the workshop had been operating at full capacity, with shift hours extended from eight to twelve hours. Even with generous overtime pay, human endurance had its limits.

Regardless of whatever outcome the postwar situation might bring, operations would simply have to be halted for a few days to reassess, Madam Ansa thought to herself. She shifted her gaze away from the newly forged equipment.

He knew very well that, given the current state of affairs, it was impossible for him not to attend Tianwu Academy. Since that was the case, he naturally had to do everything in his power to secure the safety of the Fang family beforehand.

It was evident that Boss Zhan was truly at his wits' end this time. Now that the old master was gone, Boss Zhan had lost even his last straw, leaving him completely cornered. Since Zhan Beiting refused to let go, Boss Zhan had no choice but to keep pleading with him.

"How could that be? How could Tianxing possibly lose?" disbelief written all over their faces, the members of the Hall of the God of War murmured.

Yet, the more he tried not to look, the more restless his heart became. His mind kept conjuring up the image of Qingqing's fair and smooth long legs.

Although the time spent falling lasted only a few seconds, it felt to Qingqing as long as several years.

Unconsciously, she tightened her arms around Zhan Beiting's neck, her face radiating a smile of pure happiness.

"Of course you can, that was precisely why I called you. However..." Fang Wan'er walked over to the window and looked down at the street below. Lisa should have gone quite far by now, yet she still felt somewhat uneasy.

Looking up and catching sight of Jiuxiao, Chuchun was momentarily stunned before nodding with a smile, carrying the armless Phoenix Feather Divine Armor as she walked past them.

Hearing this, Lan Ling'er moved away in disgust, giving a pat to the spot where Mo Lin had been leaning against her. If not for Mo Lin's extraordinarily towering stature, there would have been no need for such closeness, yet he seemed to have developed an addiction to acting like an elder brother, always subtly trying to make her obey him.

The entire grand formation shook violently, projecting visions of sinners with their fingers severed one by one, while endless wretched wails echoed through the air.

Ever since he learned that Leng Ruchu's heart belonged solely to Qin Yu, he had harbored resentment toward anyone beneficial to Qin Yu.

"My concern is for her, not you," Zhang Liang said indifferently, glancing sideways at Xinghun, whose every move had naturally not escaped his notice.

"This... I am not sure either. Let's wait and see for now; perhaps things will take a turn for the better?" Qiao scratched his head, speaking with a hint of helplessness.

Chu Shixia's personal guards were selected from the army of Yunzhong, every single one of them skilled in archery and horsemanship, as they sternly and sharply corrected the postures and movements of the Imperial Guard.

In an instant, powerful figures within one sword gate after another transformed into streams of escaping light, charging straight into the Sword-Suppressing Tower and casting incantation after incantation toward the ancient sword, attempting to diminish its formidable might.

"Uncle Xingyun, next year on my mother's birthday, would you be so kind as to escort me back to Qinglin Mountain?" Whether life was treating her well or not, wouldn't she know by going to see for herself?

Next came Lin Muzhi's unilateral torment of Ning Yan. It was not until every piece of furniture in the room had been cleaved in two, and Ning Yan no longer had the strength to dodge, that Lin Muzhi finally stopped, casting a sidelong glance at Ning Yan, who lay paralyzed on the floor in exhaustion.

"You two are certainly in high spirits! Especially you, Mucheng, while I am here holding down the fort, you are leisurely acting as a companion!" A stern voice rang out from behind. With a dumpling still in my mouth, I turned around at the sound and froze instantly, the dumpling even dropping from my mouth to the ground.

Seeing this, Qingwu's pupils shrank abruptly. Was this the sheer terror of Chenzhi—time deceleration?

Yu Chengyan possessed little ability to begin with; not only had he failed to charge at the very front, but he had also gotten himself injured, whereas Huang Tao had put on a remarkably fierce performance.

Yet, could the father currently residing upon the moon only feel heartbroken and filled with grief, while remaining utterly powerless to change anything?

"Very well, thank you for your hospitality, Fellow Daoist Meng. We two brothers shall take our leave now," the Sixth Elder and Ninth Elder said in unison.