22 Containing Warmth

"My dear, it is not that I do not want you to join, but the entry requirements for this Exchange Assembly are incredibly difficult and involve far too much. Your reputation is too prominent, yet you lack the capital to attract those heavyweights. Not only would letting you join make you easy to expose, but it might also draw the attention of the Four-Way Balance, which would be troublesome," the man said, looking troubled.

In any era, those in power pay close attention to the reactions of those below them. If all the historians of the Revision Bureau were to object, how could those above persist in their own way? Especially since these historians are no mere commoners, but the future ministers of state.

Baganda led his men to surround the wooden hut, intending to breach the wooden door. However, they soon discovered it was crafted from solid logs, and without the proper tools, there was no chance of breaking through.

They had all passed two rounds of selection and knew they might become men of status because of this. As Fang Hao led them toward his base, they vaguely understood their destiny.

His orders were passed down one by one, and in an instant, the troops under Guan Ping, Fu Rong, Chen Shi, Zhang Nan, and Wang Ping roared in response, charging into the fray together.

Anwena was never picky about food; she simply picked it up, gave it a quick magical cleansing, and ate it.

After Cao Cao passed away, the new King of Wei, Cao Pi, could not command the same prestige as his father, and local forces in Liangzhou seized the opportunity to rebel. The rule of Cao Wei in Liangzhou had always been tenuous, and now it was on the verge of complete collapse.

Also, when did Mao Tou become so formidable? With just one move, he knocked down several large men. When did he learn such impressive martial arts?

In reality, the reason Hongzhuang made this remark was aimed specifically at Lin Yicheng and Ji Heyang.

"My lady, I will be right outside. If you need anything, call me immediately." Weiran replied, then followed Aina outside.

How she wished time could freeze at this moment, so she and the man she loved could continue on this path of happiness forever.

"Void-Refining Realm!" As Mo Li's gaze fell upon Qin Wucheng, the voice of the Blood Phoenix echoed in his mind, causing him to tremble in shock.

This explanation from Mo Li was merely a grand-sounding excuse to show Ji Hongyi. In reality, he had reached a point where he would stop at nothing to improve his cultivation.

"Alright, everyone head back. It seems tonight will be quite lively. You should all get some rest first," Song Qishu instructed with a smile.

Because there was no feedback force from the mace striking its target, it passed straight through Mo Li's body as if hitting thin air.

"Yes, it was indeed what our Big Mu saw. He even followed them at the time and was nearly harmed by those kidnappers," Old Cao explained.

Perhaps she had knelt for too long; once she collapsed, she found that even straightening her body had become a difficult task.

"Really?" Xu Yan instantly beamed with a gentle, refreshing smile, staring unblinkingly at Lu Zhengting.

Since when did her thoughts of Mo Jingyuan become filled with heaviness, rather than the excitement she used to feel?

"Every month, Kunhua Meifeng would send me to deliver letters to the great leader Hanguang. You all know our families are close, and that is how I met Kunhua Miaoling." Kunhua Wuwei glanced at Kunhua Miaoling and squeezed her hand.

He picked up the box beside him, shoved them aside, and swaggered out of the classroom, leaving everyone behind in stunned silence.

The smile on Old Horton's face grew wider; he felt he had stumbled upon a treasure this time.

Yet, he felt no surprise or shock, looking at her across the sea of people with unusual calmness. He had been longing for this moment, but now that it had truly arrived, he did not expect his heart to feel so still.

The fleeting crimson merged with the spilled fresh milk, the two colors mingling on the softest, most expensive wool carpet in Jianmi City, painting the most beautiful pink rose.

Antongtong's fawning tone caught Jiang Beibei's attention. She raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression indifferent, as if she were thoroughly unimpressed.

"Then do you still intend to marry Qin Shao?" Boguer asked, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes. He took Ye Qingcheng's hand and cradled it within his own.

"Many thanks, Grandfather. This jade pendant must be very valuable. It would be better for Grandmother to keep it safe." Ye Qingcheng quickly declined.

But Mo Jingyuan seemed entirely unaware, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Mo Tian. Watching that face, which bore a sixty-percent resemblance to his own father's, now twisted with the smirk of a scheme fulfilled, Mo Jingyuan’s emotions unexpectedly settled.

"You girl, you can be quite foolish at times. How are your Azure Feather Wings coming along?" Qian Xing asked.

Zheng Youhai was walking sluggishly down the road, troubled by the matter of repaying his debts, muttering curses under his breath.

"Are you alright?" Seeing the caregiver injured, the staff expressed their concern. Working here meant facing such risks; no matter how the mental patients treated the staff, they were strictly forbidden from retaliating.

"You! Is that how you think of me?" Xing Tianyao stared at Huangfu Rou with a livid face. Seeing her nod in front of him, her expression looking nothing like a joke, he fell into silence.

Baili Xiyue knew nothing of this. She was indeed the owner—like a company where she held the majority of shares and the system held fewer—but she knew too little, while the old, crafty system knew everything. Its duty was to assist in training her to become a powerful angel, not to raise a puppet.

After saying this, Gu Fei raised his right hand with a haughty air, ensuring the fellow could clearly see the ring on his finger.

Keeping distance from a master archer was suicide. Knowing this, Gu Fei exerted all his speed, determined to reach the archer in the shortest time possible.

"It's truly strange. Since coming this far, I've grown accustomed to chatting with you every night," Sheng Mingzhu said with a comforting smile, leaning against Shiyi's shoulder.

Kang Qiao certainly heard the heavy sarcasm in her tone, but he did not care. At this moment, he secretly chuckled to himself: if Yu'er didn't know of his philandering, who else in this world would?

In the courtyard, several men in black were patrolling in small groups. Liu Ling could smell the scent of blood, proving that these fellows were killers; they must be the friends Mike had brought.

In the air, a dense murderous intent suddenly surged, and the atmosphere within a hundred meters grew heavy. The moment he drew his blade, Gao Fei unleashed his Flying Blade Domain. From the very first encounter, he went all out to kill Lin Tian, wishing to tear him to pieces.

Returning to Yu Feng, he tidied up the clutter in his room, stripped off his clothes, and took a shower, washing the summer heat and sweat down the drain. Only then did he pick up a towel to dry his hair, fished out a pair of shorts from his travel bag to put on, and sat down bare-chested to watch some rap performances on TV.