Very coincidentally, the Rain Emperor, Ji Wuming, the Karmic Life Heavenly Venerable, and other elites had just ended their adventures, and happened to return just the day before.
The news was quite shocking. No one knew whether it was a rumour or not, but since Lady Blair already created many other miracles, people easily believed it.
Ainsley didn't want to use her trump card this fast, but since the sacred guardian was indeed not an ordinary cat, she could only sit down cross-legged and started to use her charm power.
"Hwu...hwu…" Ainsley breathed carefully as she tip-toe to the two bookshelves. Even when the distance was far, she was able to reach the bookshelves in just 5 minutes.
Their focus was actually on which spirit Ainsley made a pact with. It's a common knowledge that the strength of a shaman relied on the dead spirit that they managed to contract.
However, it couldn’t do that. It was definitely hiding somewhere here, which meant it also had constraints. It was either disguising itself as a corps commander or one of the many morons here. Or it might have been waiting to attack me in the swamp as a powerful purebred member of the Maruka Clan.
"No particular reason. Just please don't interrupt me while I'm talking. Isn't that the basics of politeness?" Erina glanced at Victoria and responded politely, but for some reason, an aura of coldness and aloofness emanated from her passively.
Ainsley hummed as she let Elliana carry her to the dining room. Getting a convenient vehicle wouldn't hurt, right? She didn't want to walk 15 minutes just to go to the dining hall!
After refining the Heavenly Origin Pellet, not only did Qin Tian’s cultivation reach the pinnacle of the fifth-pulse Dragon Pulse Realm, but his martial insight also reached a terrifying height.
He didn't even try to do adultery with his past lover. That man was admirable even for Finley, who didn't know whether to side with his mother or his father.
[Wake up, dumbass! Wake up! Train your energy control! Hurry, you lazy bum!] The Godfather shouted with all of his might as he circled Ainsley and Cellino, who was still lying on the bed, sleeping.
[What do you mean, though, uncle Godfather?] Ainsley tilted her head. Indeed, her people were powerful despite the family being a poor one on the brink of collapsing.