Volume 1, Chapter 64: If not seen atop Mount Qunyü, we shall meet beneath the moon at the Jasper Terrace.

"Alright! Let's drop this! It's starting to sound way too naggy anyway. Let's move!" Chen Cheng said.

Jianquan clenched his teeth without a word, watching the undiminished numbers of enemies surrounding them as sweat began to stream uncontrollably down both his cheeks. He could distinctly feel a surge of power within his body, but he had yet to figure out the trick to translating this strength into a lethal weapon.

Then came the man's voice, brimming with fury and hatred, echoing out as if laden with boundless wrath, distorting his originally handsome face.

With a grand wave of the City Master of Wushuang's hand, the water mirror immediately displayed the information of the seven-hundred-zhang checkpoint alongside all remaining survivors.

As for some parents, they logged directly onto Weibo, leaving comments and inquiries under the official accounts of Yue Yi and the anime branch company.

Liang Hao felt a cool current flowing into his body. Having absorbed such a massive amount of universal spiritual energy for the very first time, he couldn't help a smile from blooming on his face.

Her heart pounded wildly inside the bathroom. Had she gone mad just now? How could she have dared to treat him like that! Crouched on the floor, Yun Muyu wondered what she should do next.

It felt as though she were reasoning with herself, yet also as if, no matter what, she truly could not bear to let go of his hand. It was as though she were persuading herself while simultaneously placing a wager on her lifelong happiness.

"The capital is blanketed in snow year-round, and it gets even colder at night. This is no longer Nandi." Mi Shu looked up at him. He had grown much thinner, and his brows seemed heavy with lingering sorrow as she reached out to gently caress his wind-chilled cheek.

Pushing forward, she called out Laura's name. Today's Fei Ran felt truly terrifying to her.

Catching the aroma wafting over, Yan Qiang actually felt a pang of hunger in his stomach. The judges certainly hadn't expected that merely smelling the scent would make them feel hungry.

As for the occupants of the spacecraft dispatched on this offensive mission, the green-skinned creatures had no intention of letting them return. After all, a battle erupting on the front lines would surely have already caught the attention of those stationed there.

Yet the threads of fate never relaxed their pull on Unerqi. In the early autumn of that year, the cloud-sailing warships of the Spirit Clan gathered along the shores of the Mist Sea, and a large-scale spirit invasion was imminent. The wheels of war were about to ruthlessly grind forward; reluctant though they might be, no one could remain a bystander.

The lips parted, leaving a glistening thread stretched between them. Emilia looked at him, uttered an aggrieved reproach as tears welled up in her eyes, and before Yile could speak, kissed him once more.

Su Jiu did not find this situation unusual at all. If the Inspection Office were truly on completely harmonious terms with the other departments, the Emperor would likely grow suspicious once more, and heaven knows what actions he might take next.

Unless the demon race were kept in captivity once again, this system of cultivation could not be sustained. This was the internal cause behind the decline of the ancient giants; to maintain their strength, the ancient giants had to captivity-breed demonic beasts several times their own number at every single realm. Once these demonic beasts broke out of their cages, they became like the water that could both float and capsize the boat.

Unerqi was startled. The reason the two-foot-long dream-enticing snake had transformed into a behemoth wasn't because it had grown larger, but because Unerqi had once again turned into a three-legged toad within his slumber.

Stepping through the door and seeing Chopalyse seated in the center of the hall, Lu Qi felt a ripple in his heart, though his expression remained completely unperturbed.

Only Tianchen, Mu Xueqing, Xiao Yiming, and Li Pingxi remained behind, accompanied by Yu Dachuan as the host.

Therefore, looking at the contribution points in her hand, which were tens of thousands higher than before, she suddenly felt much better at ease.

As the time grew closer and closer, I had no choice but to take a desperate gamble. Summoning my courage, I walked over to the counselor's office, inching closer and closer to our handsome counselor.

Watching Wang Ying's departing figure, a somewhat peculiar smile played on Ya Lian's lips, though her thoughts remained unreadable.

"Can you be a bit more specific?" After talking for so long, none of it was useful—what on earth were they supposed to do without a clear explanation? Were they just supposed to hug their phones all day, chatting with anyone they met as long as they knew how to talk?

Putting that aside, however, that other fellow named Wang Ying certainly had some real ability, capable of kicking away the fat man who had been lording it over everyone just a moment ago with a single blow. A trace of slight astonishment appeared on the faces of everyone present.

Naturally, the Eighteen Bends was also the finest place to learn racing techniques. When a vehicle sped at high velocity, executing rapid turns was the most difficult and elusive skill in racing to master.

Though her looks could not compare to hers, and she fell far short of Tang Xueer, there was no denying that Lin Furong was quite pretty.

In the spacious hall, a group of middle-aged men seated at one of the tables had remained silent until one of them finally couldn't help but speak up.

Seeing Pan Haodong's playful antics, Suzaku couldn't help letting out a snort of laughter, instantly shattering her previous expression of embarrassment and anger.

Chang Gehang drew out his words with a teasing tone, causing Crown Prince Yang Yong's face to turn ashen. Knowing his own eloquence could never match Chang Gehang's silver tongue, Yang Yong kept silent.

However, hearing that Wang Ying would present them with even better gifts on another day, everyone's eyes lit up, their faces beaming with smiles as they hurriedly stepped forward to shower Wang Ying with flattery.

I secretly committed the data to memory, thinking that once everything was over and I returned to the imperial capital, I might discuss initiating research in this area with Professor Tang.

She let out a long breath, seated herself in the chair, and gazed at her own reflection in the dressing table mirror.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Qingyi simply reached out and swept the bed curtains entirely aside. Looking back, she could only vaguely make out the tightly closed doors of the Qianqing Palace—glittering with gold and jade, the supreme seat of imperial power.

She retreated to the inner room to change into a more formal attire. Gazing at her somewhat lackluster complexion in the bronze mirror, she couldn't resist taking out a slightly deeper red lip tint from the drawer and pressing it to her lips.

This grand-uncle of the Emperor, senior by two full generations to the reigning Son of Heaven, was actually going to personally welcome a military commander who had publicly humiliated the Prince's Estate steward?