While others tread carefully even when exploiting a back door, she seed ready to tear down the entire gate.
"Your Majesty!"
"This, this, how could this be possible!"
Gongsun Wu was flabbergasted. If they were to proceed in such a manner, wouldn’t the whole Eastern Empire have to rely on their own defense?
"You!"
Gongsun Wu glared at Bailuo, her cheeks puffed up like a cute, spineless pufferfish.
"Don’t underestimate my Eastern Empire," she said.
Ying Muyao was right to help, but she was also worried Bailuo wouldn’t be able to break through: "Under my command are many talented individuals, and the number of unique and extraordinary figures is countless. Even if I were truly to lag behind, they would not be easy to deal with."
Those generals defending the city, the scholars and warriors in the court, each was no simple character.
"It’s enough,"
said Bailuo. "If you say so, sister, and I still fail, I would have no face to ask you to return."
This was not just for the vassals of the Eastern Empire, but also to give Ying Muyao peace of mind.
This Eastern Empire was a challenge given to him by his sister.
"So be it."
Ying Muyao left with Gongsun Wu: "Xiaowu, go announce to everyone imdiately, a court eting, I have a major declaration to make!"
"At your command."
Gongsun Wu was reluctant, yet the Empress of the East had already made concessions: "Alas..."
"Enough, enough,"
Gongsun Wu sighed, no longer resisting: ’If that Lord of Yatun really wins, we must not disgrace Your Majesty.’
"I’m off."
In her final instructions to Bailuo, Ying Muyao warned, "Don’t slack off, expand the dinsionality and Lower Tier realms. It’s rather shabby for you, as the Master of Miracles, not to have even a single realm in hand."
In the world of the Master of Miracles, there were equivalents, such as territories outside of the Miracle Mainland.
The only realm discovered by Yatun Duchy did not yet belong to them.
To put it bluntly, Bailuo was penniless, a complete pauper.
If Ying Muyao were compared to a world’s top tycoon, then Bailuo was just a minor boss of a deficit-stricken company, and the kind that was losing money.
"Develop the Lower Tier realm?"
"Don’t underestimate the Lower Tier," said Ying Muyao: "The population of Miracle Mainland is limited, and no matter how high the quality, the numbers can’t rise."
"Realms are boundless, and even if each realm only provides one person, that is still hundreds of millions."
Having said that, Ying Muyao didn’t stay any longer and vanished in front of Bailuo with Gongsun Wu.
As for inquiries and guidance, Bailuo could contact Ying Muyao through the Miracle Contract at any ti. Even if they were separated by vast distances, their hearts would not part.
"Realms, huh..."
Bailuo thought of the Rakshasa and Yaksha abilities from the Ancient Chronicles, and he quickly ford a plan in his mind.
"By the way, where did Feiya go?"
Bailuo noticed his senior had not been seen since the ceremony and hastened to ask, but the answer left him sowhat helpless.
It turns out that after her battle with Ying Muyao, Isefia fully realized her own shortcomings.
rely having reached the Third Awakening, she now dismissed it as insignificant.
The senior sister intended to break through further. She wanted to enter seclusion to cultivate intensely. Even if she couldn’t reach Ying Muyao’s level in the short term, she aid to attain the power to fight.
"This..."
Bailuo could understand his senior sister’s determination, but understanding it was one thing; still, he felt an empty loneliness: ’We agreed to study the kindred realms together, that’s gone now?’
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Bailuo’s side was all cheers and jubilation, but for the traders, because of the fall of the Master of Dawnlight, a significant hitch had occurred.
"This is truly impressive,"
The man in white gloves, who had been savoring a fine al, put down his knife and fork and stood up, walking straight to the Dawnlight planted in the ground. He reached out his hand toward it.
"You’d better not touch that sword, it’s really not anything good."
"Hmm?"
The man in white gloves turned around to see a figure sitting on the balustrade outside the spacious balcony.
"Are you also a trader?"
"You could say that."
The other’s voice was gentle and young, yet carried an extre sense of vicissitude, as if it belonged to an old man weathered by the tis: "So you’re the newbie who just joined?"
"It’s a pleasure to et you, senior."
The other did not respond to the man in white gloves but glanced at the food on the table instead. Laid out in the plate was a bloody mass of entrails.
"You, are you eating a person?"
"Would you like so, senior?"
"Foolish..."
The other quickly deduced the origin of the man in white gloves: "Has the trade co to be so desperate as to not pick and choose its food?"
Murdering people, he did not care about, but eating people...
It wasn’t about being evil or not, it just was downright disgusting.
"Thud! Thud!"
Heavy footsteps echoed from the darkness, belonging to a very tall trader: "All day hunting geese, never expected to be pecked in the eye by one."
He raised his hand and then gouged out his left eye from its socket.
The man in white gloves noticed the eyeball, which was cracked all over, shattering like a glass bead.
"The little girl from back then, to think she has gained such power, it’s a pity that I lost an avatar. I was quite fond of the identity of the Master of Dawnlight."
"Little girl?"
The trader sitting on the balustrade snorted, "It seems you really are blind, Dumu’an."
"Ying Muyao has grown up quickly; she is not who she was before."
"Now, even I," he reflected, "don’t dare to underestimate her."
"Otherwise..."
"Perhaps I would end up blind in one eye too."
"Swish!"
Suddenly, Dumu’an pulled the Dawnlight out of the ground, and the next mont, two figures collided with each other.
There was no earth-shattering clash, no turmoil of Miracle Power.
Yet within this seemingly insignificant move, the man in white gloves was inexplicably horrified.
"Rustle..."
The blade of the Dawnlight was positioned in front of the other’s neck, and the blowing wind knocked off the hood that concealed the face, revealing an utterly unfamiliar visage to the man in white gloves. Stay connected through .Côm
The man in white gloves was certain he had never seen the other before.
In theory, all traders on Miracle Mainland have their own identities, but the man in white gloves had t all the Masters of Miracles, and even he did not recognize this person; could it be a Child of Miracle?
No, it was impossible!
How could a re Child of Miracle qualify to contend with Dumu’an?
"I almost forgot about your relationship with that girl."
"She once was your proud pupil," Dumu’an put down the Dawnlight, his tone laced with mockery and derision: "But in the end, who was it that thrust the sword into your chest, Di Sui?"
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