Chapter 33: A Stunning Performance

As the lead actor in this film, the production team had specifically arranged a private dressing room for me—a rare luxury on a film set where every inch of space is worth its weight in gold.

I brought Gu Yan to the dressing room, and we exchanged a few casual words. I struggled to keep my emotions steady, careful not to let Gu Yan perceive anything unusual.

Gu Yan patted my shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, Tiantian, I am here."

Prime Minister Turtle looked at his solemn expression, not knowing what to say. He turned his head toward the bowl of cooling medicinal soup on the table and quickly picked it up.

"Mongoose, stop this at once," Liu Wuyou said coldly, watching the mongoose spirit as it attacked Bai Su.

"Have you eaten? Did you miss me?" Wang Ming asked softly, a sweet expression on his face. The steaming bowl of mutton pita soup before him seemed trivial compared to his phone conversation with Lin Xi.

Even amidst the fierce magical battle, Zichen heard Zichen’s voice of concern clearly.

Nine white flaming blade shadows appeared, instantly merging into a single, terrifying ten-foot-long blade of white fire, which slashed down toward the stunned Daoist Blood-Red.

"You scoundrels!" Old Man Chen’s emotions were stretched to the breaking point. His body trembled violently, and tears streamed down his face; he no longer knew what to say.

Were they truly incapable of anything? If they simply used their influence to suppress Chen Yu and Zhu Qing, wouldn't that inevitably implicate the Nie family? He had only tried to persuade them this way because he wanted to protect them. But since they not only failed to appreciate his efforts but even blamed him, he would no longer hold back.

There are many people in this world who love to exaggerate and believe in all sorts of rumors. Zichen had always felt that such hearsay could not be taken seriously and simply did not believe it.

The chewy texture of these rice balls comes from being pounded with strength in a stone mortar; otherwise, they wouldn't bind together properly or taste good. Therefore, the Wang family was destined to fail.

As soon as Ouyang Yingqi finished speaking, Nangong Linyi suddenly knelt on one knee, which truly gave her a fright.

While Wang Hao was lost in heavy thoughts, Jiu Wubai leaned in close and muttered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Opening the seal and planting the Witch Tribe mark both required a massive expenditure of Shui Ming’an’s magical power. Just as they were nearing completion, Shao Heng sensed a tremor in the ground and followed Shui Ming’an’s instructions to leave first.

The cold, icy tone was like a chilling breath from the Reaper himself. The Dragon Tribe warrior’s pupils constricted sharply—when had Qiongling appeared behind him?

Ziyou had endured eight years of agony, living every day in the past, in the days when Zhulong was still around. Eight years later, Taiyang Zhuzhao and Taiyin Youying found her. She had approached the Primal Boundary hoping to use its aura to conceal herself, but she felt content, for Qiongling was already eight years old and sensible.

"We owe this all to Young Master Ling; otherwise, our journey wouldn't have been so vibrant. Though we call ourselves martial artists, we spend most of our time in the city, lacking much real-world experience." Yun Zhilan glanced subconsciously at Ling Xiao before quickly lowering her head.

Because Zuo Zong refused immediate surgical treatment, insisting on commanding the battle until the zombie army retreated, the lethal poison had spread through his entire body, reaching a point where even the gods could not save him.

This was the most ordinary of blade techniques; few even bothered to improve it, as the effort required to refine it was far greater than simply learning a new one from scratch.

On the day of the sacrifice to heaven and earth, Wang Hao received the recognition of the world, and the members of the sect were each bathed in divine light, all gaining significant benefits. Although only Wang Hao could currently control the sect's fortune, Wang Kun and the others would eventually reach that day as well.

Chunqiuzi could not fathom whether it was an illusion or something else, but he had truly seen a breathtaking snow-capped mountain appear out of thin air. Within that mountain resided an aura so terrifying that it made him want to prostrate himself in awe.