Dreams of this fleeting life—how many have I had?

A master-level expert is hardly a common sight; even he must treat such a figure with the utmost respect and courtesy. The other party forced a smile, his expression somewhat complicated. Since he couldn't see the man's eyes, Lin Yu wasn't sure whether he was telling the truth, so he turned to ask the Mountain Demon. Fortunately, Xiao Zhishao merely glanced at him before turning her gaze back to Zhao Ruxian. The epidermal layer is crucial; without it, the skin becomes too delicate, especially on the palm, making it susceptible to secondary injury if not handled carefully.

“Chasing after someone to apologize and help, only to be thrown out—how does that feel?” Ouyang Mofei teased with a smile as they headed back. After delivering this bold remark, Ouyang Mofei winked slyly at Hu Qiang, whose jaw dropped in astonishment. Prompted by Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan cast a radiance, illuminating the tunnel walls, revealing the black vines spider-webbed across the stone. “So you covered the camera with a red veil first, then lifted it off?” Hu Qiang asked, frowning.

He had lost his composure, failing to see through her intentions, letting her endure Modu’s attack in vain. No wonder, years ago, despite the combined efforts of Gongsun Zan and Meng Yi, after both Zhangs suffered defeat, they still managed to escape beyond the frontier, though ultimately met their end at the hands of their own retainers, thanks to the bounty offered by Liu Yu, the governor of Youzhou.

Ding Yi strolled leisurely to the burly man, placed a foot on his abdomen, slowly lit a cigarette, and asked. After pondering for a while, once the elder understood just how vast the number was, he became curious and asked further. Feigning irreconcilable hostility between the two sides, they launched attacks, yet dispatched some men to other locations.

Leng Feiyan nodded; he had once seen Tian Suan’s vision for the enterprise sector: no company could withstand a thorough investigation. Wang Xiuying still didn’t know that Feng Jin was unconscious, assuming he was simply badly injured, with Su Yuehua constantly caring for him. Luckily, the company had few employees now—otherwise, with so many bonuses, President Su would be heartbroken.

“What’s that old man holding? Could it be a compass?” someone speculated. Within St. Freya Academy, there was a windowless compartment adjoining the headmaster’s office. With a good reputation, they could secure better projects, which in turn led to higher ratings—a virtuous cycle. Just thinking about that future made the television station manager chuckle in anticipation.

The sea gate opened slowly, and the group launched their warship into the harbor, where they saw the so-called “Path of the Divine Kingdom.” Lan Yu’s team completed their task flawlessly, having their experiment report ready while others were still in the testing phase.

Wang Tianfeng taught this: Ming Fan enjoyed gambling on people’s hearts, even trying to fathom them, but more than anything, he hoped Ming Tai would reconcile with his father. I know Kong Shou wants more junior disciples to know me, preparing for my future succession of the Wudang sect. Master’s intentions are kind, and I can’t refuse, so I followed him into this exceedingly large classroom.

Shi Xiaofeng nodded, accepted the bronze figure, and said, “You’ve taught me your craft—let’s consider me your apprentice. Please accept my bow!” With that, he bowed respectfully. From then on, the Grand Shaman Ba Tianyi of Ba State and his disciples often visited Pingdu City, studying the ghostland tombs and witchcraft, sometimes residing for months.

After the banquet, the friends and family all headed to the bridal chamber. Shi Xiaofeng and Chi Min wouldn’t miss such merriment; Chi Min especially wanted to see just how splendid the bride’s “wonderful house” really was.

Ahead lay only a single path, so Ye Zhen kept running, but he knew this couldn’t be the right approach, sensing another iron door awaited him. Indeed, as Ye Zhen hesitated, he reached the end—a locked iron door, this time with a password lock, not a key.

Ming Lou had never trusted her, for they now walked entirely different roads: Wang Manchun chose Japan, Ming Lou chose his own country. Wang Manchun knew Ming Lou’s return home was anything but straightforward. She had people tail Ming Lou and Ming Jing, telling Ming Lou it was for his own good.

They dined together, took group photos, sang the school anthem, and finally promised to reunite in twenty years. She handled many matters personally because her subordinates had yet to meet her standards, making it impossible to entrust them fully.

“Miss Qinglan, is my word so unreliable?” Bartoyan asked helplessly. The falling out with Feng Shang wasn’t his wish, but Feng Shang went too far, trying to threaten him by exploiting his command over the Imperial Guard, forcing him to play mediator in negotiations with the Li family.

“Senior Brother, their strength far exceeds what we anticipated,” Ren Hai whispered to Ren Jiang. With his fate in others’ hands, Chen Ying felt utterly unsafe. In feudal society, nobles represented everything; crushing him would be as easy as squashing an ant.

In the distance, Qin Yong wept, knowing his foster father Qin Qiong was about to leave him forever. How he wished he could bear this heavenly tribulation in Qin Qiong’s stead. Yet he could do nothing, forced to watch as his foster father vanished into dust.

He must have taken it back, Tuo Ba Shen thought with some regret—the bamboo shoot stew had smelled rather good. Jia Yi continued opening the box; inside was a cloth-wrapped item, and beneath it, a rolled-up sheepskin letter.