Chapter 65

Rain Yun frowned. Personally, she held no affection for the Golden Palace, but when it came to guild alliances, she could not simply refuse out of personal dislike. Although Post Rain Snow made some valid points and Master Han indeed carried considerable weight within Reigning the World, why seek her out? Was she expected to resort to "pillow talk"?

"Hello, Auntie. I am actually Shanya's fiancé. I apologize for meeting you all in this manner," Nangong Ling said, directly ignoring Shanya's blinking and frowning, speaking very sincerely to Mother Jin.

"Speak. Why." He roared at her. As his gaze swept across the black and white ribbon on her right hand, he slightly eased his grip. She was still wearing this black and white ribbon. This meant she still held a place for him in her heart.

In truth, this was Rain Yun's deepest and greatest insecurity. Her family background was entirely ordinary, and her looks were nothing out of the ordinary. Yet Sikong Han possessed both striking good looks and a wildly successful career—he was the epitome of the golden bachelor. By what virtue did she deserve to have such an exceptional person bestow his heart upon her?

Nangong Ling noticed that Shanya was eating very slowly, spoonful by spoonful, her expression so tangled that her brows were knitted together, occasionally stirring the soup in her bowl. It was obvious she loathed the soup.

"I didn't ask what you guys bought anyway. Today is Saturday so trading is impossible, and the market index dropped a bit more over the past three days. How are the stocks you're holding doing?" Chen Shu casually pulled over a chair and sat down.

Li Jing was filled with intense astonishment. Never had he imagined that within this Astral Tower, astral stones could serve such a purpose. He was crystal clear on what this represented.

"Alright, I'll listen to you." Lin Hua nodded without the slightest hesitation. It was his first time shooting such a major production, and his experience was far too lacking; he still had to follow Han Qiu's arrangements.

Only without regrets could the fiercest sword technique be forged. It was then that Meng Xingchen realized why the Demon God had chosen this exact moment to send his father back. In truth, it was to perfect the shattered sword, allowing Meng Xingchen to unleash the most complete and devastating sword strike to break through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao. A surge of gratitude toward the Demon God welled up within him.

"Around May 20th, I suppose there shouldn't be any issues. Have you started pulling steel billets yet?" Yang Baoxing asked.

"I'm going to find a psychologist and ask how to treat reactive depression caused by severe trauma!" Chang Sanjia glared at the red-bearded dwarf with annoyance.

"Your Highness, our army has suffered a disastrous defeat! I only managed to escape back with around ten thousand cavalrymen," Ma Qiu stated bluntly, proving that a perpetually defeated general was never ashamed of admitting defeat.

Although his true qi had not yet reached the standard of a level-zero martial artist, strictly in terms of the volume of his true qi, it was absolute equal to that of a level-zero martial artist.

Anyone able to enter the arena in such a peculiar fashion was probably limited to Haotian alone. After all, no true expert would be willing to waste leveling time specifically to spend months cultivating auxiliary skills that were completely useless to them.

"Get away with you, I didn't miss you at all." He Yuanyan immediately raised her hand and punched Liu Yifei in the chest, though she had already broken into a tearful smile.

Others had power to leverage and could even run amok through Jinshui City with absolute impunity yet suffer no consequences, living even more unrestrained lives. Meanwhile, he had always remained diligent and followed the rules to the letter, yet his existence remained agonizingly bitter.

One had to bear in mind that for certain individuals gifted with extraordinary talents, the passage of time always seemed to flow with exceptional slowness.

At this very moment, the only thing driving me to strive tirelessly was a pure and stubborn self-esteem, a simple conviction encapsulated by the thought: "I refuse to give up earlier than that horse." The mere sight of it still galloping freely there, wearing that arrogant expression as if it held me in utter contempt, made me feel utterly unreconciled. That was all.

Simultaneously, the astral flying knife was held ready in Ye Xuan's grasp. The moment that mysterious entity reappeared, it would unleash a terrifying blow.

Observing the silent crowd, Xu Feng immediately understood what kind of reputation Boss Wu and his cohorts held among the villagers.

The broadsword descended from the heavens, carrying with it an boundless aura like the Milky Way pouring backward, plunging straight down to slice precisely into the spot where Chen Danqing stood.

With a flick of Fan Hui's hand, radiant Buddhist light instantly surged forth, blurring everyone's vision with a dazzling golden brilliance. They all involuntarily blinked.

This black fire lion was capable of comprehending the ultimate realm. Even if it was through bloodline memory inheritance, it had to be a sentient creature; otherwise, it would be impossible to manipulate the transformations of the ultimate realm.

Therefore, the sect had sought out numerous other top-tier demonic arts—such as the Divine Wood Demonic Art, the Sun-Shifting Technique, and the Sovereign-Generating Technique—cultivation methods focused on enhancing recovery abilities to compensate for these flaws.

"Liner, did you not know yet? The Emperor arranged for you to go this time to arrange a marriage for you." Xuan Yuanjia had also guessed the truth and felt compelled to break the news to him beforehand so he could mentally prepare himself.

Especially during the recent tour in Binhai City, Princess Vivi had performed intimate movements on stage with a male audience member that she had never shown before. That would be one thing with a regular dance partner, but Jack knew very well that this was clearly someone Princess Vivi already knew.

Wang Xiu rubbed his nose awkwardly, feeling a slight sense of oddity within his heart. Why did he always feel like this Ye Zhi was trying to seduce him?

Old Mao walked over to the male emcee, who was now drawing more breaths than he was taking. The paramedics frantically trying to save him were drenched in heavy sweat; although the organizers knew the likelihood of personal safety incidents was extremely low, they had still stationed medical personnel on standby, never expecting they would actually be needed.

"Cough, cough, don't exaggerate like that. Right, I still have something to ask you, I just haven't had the chance. The power I possess can heal injuries, but what about illnesses? Can it cure those too?" I hastily changed the subject, fearing she might offer herself in marriage in return.

He wanted to ask, yet deep down he knew that would be extremely impolite, so he quickly suppressed the thought.

If Xie Miaomiao and the others insisted on stirring up trouble, and the so-called Young Master Qian continued to make things difficult, then following the Xie and Zhou families, Su Qifeng's target list would likely gain yet another addition: the Qian family.

One must remember that during the early development of Lijiang Entertainment, she had been directly involved, taking charge of much of the company's daily management work.

Oh dear, I hadn't noticed before, but today Zhang Hanian's smile looks just like a Maitreya Buddha, and that massive gold chain around his neck is truly dazzling.