Chapter 62: A Matter of Time

As Chen Fan's voice trailed off, he casually brushed his hands together.

This sight left everyone momentarily stunned.

The soul lock, which the feng shui masters present and even Overlord Daoist found troublesome, was resolved just like that during the time it took Chen Fan to walk forward?

And... Chen Fan hadn't even touched Zhang Qiankun at all.

"Heh!"

...

Water columns surged into the sky, and countless artillery shells blanketed the water's surface like falling rain. The giant fish was instantly torn to pieces and battered beyond recognition by the saturated bombardment. Even the few that miraculously survived could only plunge instantly into the depths of the water, not daring to show their heads again. Self-preservation and fleeing from danger were the instincts of all living creatures.

"The show hasn't even started yet. Since you've come all this way, you at least need to let you see your son," Tang Ziyun said with a touch of humanity.

"Wang Di," Chen Kuang uttered a name entirely unfamiliar to everyone, carrying an inexplicable undertone.

When Lu Ping spotted Tian Hu amidst the grassy thicket, the man truly resembled a ferocious tiger. Judging by his imposing aura, he seemed enveloped by a powerful and unseen force, suggesting peerless martial arts prowess.

Throughout these six years of marriage, she had been delicate and gentle, carefully tending to the household. Yet driven by the lingering unwillingness deep within his heart, he had met her with cold glances and profound indifference. Countless times, she had smiled away such treatment with effortless grace, turning around to continue raising their son, showing the utmost filial piety to his parents and elders, and showering him with meticulous tolerance and care.

Listening to the two of them bantering back and forth, weaving praises for him into every sentence, Su Qing felt even more perplexed.

Morale was exceptionally high. These naval soldiers were far from incompetent; or rather, the commander leading them was no ordinary frontline naval officer.

He felt as though his entire body were about to burn up, a piercing, scorching heat radiating against his back. Even though there was no direct contact yet, the illusion of already being roasted alive had already taken hold.

He offered no entreaties. Once his father's funeral rites concluded, his mother would surely allow him to return home. Since everyone already believed he had lost his mind, he would simply play the fool and stay by his mother's side, going nowhere else.

"Quite a few unfamiliar faces today..." said the man opposite Li Fangjing. He was Li Fangjing's fifth brother-in-law, Zhou Shili, the provincial governor.

Deep in sound sleep, Gu Fengchun paid it no mind, rubbed his face with his hand, and drifted back into slumber.

As it turned out, this remote city called Shiliu City was far from peaceful—not because of orcs or natural disasters, but entirely because of its lord.

Instead, Su Qing signaled for Gu Fengchun to let go. She raised her head, gazing at the trees shrouded in the surrounding darkness, her breathing growing heavier.

In the afternoon, Wu Di was chatting idly with Ren Jing in the office when he suddenly noticed several vans driving up to the company entrance. The vehicles pulled up in front of the office building and came to a halt. As the doors slid open, a dozen people emerged carrying video cameras and flashing lights. Prominently displayed on the side of each van was a bold emblem: Press Interview Vehicle.

"You—what are you doing?" Xue'er covered her collarbone, her eyes reddening as she spoke. It hurt so much; why was this man biting her?

For Lin Xi had once heard that heavenly tribulations seemed to possess spiritual sentience. Once they locked onto the target undergoing the tribulation, no matter where that target fled, the heavenly tribulation could sense them and follow them all the way until the tribulation bearer completed it.

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Zhou watched as Zhao Heng cleared the battlefield, moving toward the direction where Tang Ning and the others had departed, effectively retracing his escape route.

Kagome's tears refused to stop. Qiu Zeliang, how could you love me so much, how could you treat me this way? It feels so agonizing, my heart aches so deeply. Why did it have to end like this? I can't bear to part with you—truly, I can't bear to part with you.

He raised his head to take a look, and—good heavens! Why did this voice sound so familiar? Wasn't this the very same young master Sen whom he had just given a thorough beating to?

And just like that, a fully armed Ye Lingren, a similarly fully armed Elder Bai, and of course, Chiyin Ji clinging onto Ye Lingren's back, walked hand in hand into the Bone Tomb of Returning Void.