Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Banquet

"Chen Min?" Ye Feng thought for a moment—he didn't recall knowing anyone by that name. "Not Shen Gang?" Ye Feng shrugged. "So, what do you want with me?"

"Dad!" As soon as Chen Xinyi heard her father's voice, she called out and ran over, throwing herself into Chen Min's arms.

However, synthesizing a new element was by no means simple, especially when it came to a special element beyond the periodic table. For years, the experiment had made no progress, and Dr. Hall had lost all his investors. Now, with a new capitalist inviting him to dinner, Hall accepted the invitation eagerly.

Nurturing a nascent spirit is truly difficult; it requires an immense expenditure of energy and focus. Sometimes, after giving birth to it, one’s physical body is left weak for a long period—much like actual childbirth—requiring copious nourishment to recover.

Moreover, there was a more important reason: Coach Chu Xiu wanted to see, when faced with a second-string team with a clear disparity in strength, how far Yuhui could lead this group of newcomers, and whether his potential could be glimpsed. This was the matter Coach Chu Xiu cared about most.

Back then, her only worries were her mother’s frail nature and what to wear tomorrow that would appear elegant.

After the important figure had left, Anna quickly called Diana. She needed to know—who had sabotaged the film she’d made?

Her body was undergoing strange changes, even she herself did not understand. Perhaps she would die young, or perhaps she would never die at all—truly immortal.

There were many refugees along the way, whole families fleeing together. It was said that in Germany and Poland, Jews were being hunted and slaughtered everywhere. In the Netherlands, it was the same—many checkpoints strictly inspected for Jews, and once discovered, they were taken away.

The first pitch: a low, outside fastball—a cautious throw to gradually seize control of the game.

Earlier, Qi Ruiyuan kept asking Chen Yulian how much betrothal gift the Qi family should give for Qi Zihan and Qin Yuxi’s engagement. Chen Yulian said there was no need; in fact, the Xiao family should be giving the betrothal gift to the Qi family.

He and Xiao Yurong faced each other, both with bitter expressions. If the sect leader intended to assign blame, neither of them could bear it. But concealing the truth wasn’t an option either, so they could only brace themselves and seek an audience.

No matter what, the dense, layered reeds were an unpredictable place. The officers and soldiers had the advantage in numbers—the first priority was to clear the battlefield.

With the sword tip touching his forehead, a thread of holy fire instantly appeared where the lightning of heavenly tribulation gathered, floating before him.

The people in the hotel, firstly, didn’t want to provoke those burly men, and secondly, treated such romantic affairs as a joke—no one would step forward.

His finger slid down the screen. His expression was calm, but a faint, cold light flickered in his eyes.

The corpse thrush looked up at the spot where Gu Xuanlong had vanished. Its lips moved slightly, but not a sound escaped.

This was far more serious than petty schemes and intrigues—it concerned the dignity of an entire nation.

Jack frowned; the name sounded quite unfamiliar. He knew the island was called Crescent Island, but he truly had no idea there was someone named Dr. Crescent.

Willowwood Flame was, after all, the essence of life itself and could lengthen one’s lifespan—something of immense value to the old man.

Li Yasi ran back to her room and scrubbed her mouth vigorously in the bathroom. She felt utterly disgusted, her eyes red with grievance.

Feng Keng wore a smile on his face. With just a little force, he could shatter every bone in Chu Fan’s hand.

Shuo Kuang’s left foot was still striding forward in a sprint, but his right foot reached out ahead of time. In a flash, his body shifted from being completely exposed to Su Chen to standing sideways. At that instant, the leather boot on his right foot split with a ‘pop’ from the force of halting his charge—testament to the immense strength he used to slow himself.