Volume 1, Chapter 44: Kakuzu, the Immortal Ninja

"Purpose? Is there any other purpose?"
Obito's face grew even more puzzled as he continued to press for answers.
However, Fengtian merely smiled faintly and said nothing more.
"Tch, making a mystery out of it..."
Obito curled his lip, expressing his speechlessness.

"Well? Can they still be fully healed?" At the mere thought that her legs might never recover, the Empress Dowager could not help feeling a surge of restlessness.

Yun Xin looked with satisfaction as the two stocks she had just purchased began to steadily climb, feeling much like a mother watching her children grow day by day. Her eyes curved into smiling crescents, and even her throbbing temples eased considerably.

These sinkholes plunged vertically downward, bottomless; some were situated near residential areas of the living, while others were scattered across remote, untrodden wilderness.

Chu Xun was also of royal blood, and judging by daytime encounters, he did not seem to harbor any malicious intent toward her.

Chu Yunyi was tying the halter strap around her neck, whispering close to her ear, "My wife, we cannot let down everyone's kind intentions." With that, he finished tying the strap, drew out a pair of light pink undergarments and light pink trousers, and began to remove her bath towel.

He stared at her unblinkingly, savoring every exquisite curve of her body, leaving not even her most intimate places unexplored.

Just as Zhang Guishi and the others were holding an emergency meeting, Zhang Wuren and I had already rushed travel-worn to the location of Badaling.

That colossal serpent was entirely snow-white, flickering in and out of sight amidst the white snowflakes, and reached my side in an instant.

"Why is it impossible? Just because I am a poor driver?" Liu Tao felt a profound ache in his heart.

The Sixth Princess, Chu Yi, had once said that for as long as she could remember, her birth mother had always worn this melancholic and sorrowful expression. Sorrow seemed to have etched itself into her mother's very bones and blood; no matter how joyous the occasions were for her and Chu Yuntao, the shroud of worry between her mother's brows never dissipated for even a moment.

This teasing remark made Bai Youruo even more shy. She cast a helpless glance at Nangong Yin, and just as she was about to speak, Nangong Yi's smiling voice rang in her ear.

Who could say? By this point, Jun Hui no longer cared—what did the distinction between righteousness and wickedness even matter? He had previously considered himself a man of the righteous path, yet possessed a heart of ice; could such a person truly be called righteous?

One must realize that within every prominent family, internal competition was fierce and brutal. Countless people within the clan were lying in wait for an opportunity to rise to power, and the slightest misstep on her part would provide others with ammunition against her.

Yet, it seemed this long-cherished wish of hers would remain unfulfilled, for at this moment, Zheng Kelan had made her final choice: to relinquish her position as the president of the Giant Hotel Group in order to preserve the reputations of herself and her son.

Many signs had already begun to sprout up a short while ago, and the arrival of this financial gala made the atmosphere all the more thrilling.

"I have said it before, I do not wish to repeat the same words twice." A hint of displeasure tinged the person's tone.

Although Huarong was the First Marshal of the Star Alliance, very few people actually knew him or had laid eyes on him. He rarely ever appeared in so-called interstellar news interviews; due to his status and the dread surrounding his immense power, no one dared to spread information about him privately without his explicit consent.

Shen Dan, eavesdropping outside the door, felt her eyes turn red with rage. Just as she was about to push the door open and charge in, the person inside opened the door, preparing to step out.

To Chen Rong's surprise, Wang Hong did not reprimand her the following day for her duplicitous behavior.

Chen Rong's carriage rolled slowly into the street. At that moment, the evening lights were just beginning to kindle; lanterns swayed gently beneath the eaves, and pedestrians on the street were sparse. Only when passing certain alleys could one catch the decadent fragrance of powder and the strains of string and wind instruments drifting from behind rose-tinted windows and laughter, offering a fleeting sense of bustling prosperity.