Volume 1, Chapter 63: Answering a Call at a Time Like This?

Wanyan's breathing grew heavier as he endured the agonizing restraint. "Not yet."

He had to wait for Song Yin's news to confirm the wedding date of Jiang Nuan and Lu Xianqing, as well as her relationship with Mufan.

With a single sentence, Rushuang's budding favorable impression of him vanished, replaced by sheer disgust. How shameless! How utterly disgraceful! Uncle Zhao and the store clerks nearby felt goosebumps break out all over their skin.

In truth, Wanzhaoyi strongly suspected that Zhang Ruochen had escaped long ago. After all, his Hidden Lion Golden Pupils were capable of seeing right through stealth formations; how could a mere half-sage possibly evade his sight?

"To think that I would one day be forced to dress in such a tattered rag, I have truly failed the political commissar's glorious reputation," Li Linshun said awkwardly, pulling up the triangle-pant-like shred of cloth.

Zhou Le had known Yun Mu the longest, so his words of comfort made everyone feel somewhat at ease.

The cardinal rule of the Weapon City was that no one was permitted to take a life within its bounds—not even if you were the sect master of an imperial sect.

One wave of heavenly tribulations followed another, culminating precisely in the supreme eighty-nine heavenly tribulation. Each wave was potent enough to easily shatter a genuine Immortal Emperor.

Of course, this was merely for study and reference; after all, a gulf still remained between the empire and the republic.

She felt as though she had been dragged back to that night ten kalpas ago, when her imperial father picked her up, lifted her high above his head, and spun her around in a circle, only to wave farewell and slowly vanish into the mist.

"Come in! The door isn't locked!" Xiao Yao withdrew his cultivation stance and sat upright, taking a sip from the bowl of tea beside his hand as he gazed at the door.

Lin Mu nodded and said, "The strength of Soul City is immense. Even back when I was still in the mortal cultivation world, I had heard of Soul City. It is an existence that even the imperial sects are unwilling to provoke lightly."

She had never truly harbored a deep aversion toward Xiahou Shuyou; she had merely disliked seeing her put on haughty airs in front of her birth mother. Now that Xiahou Shuyou had lowered her posture, she had nothing left to be angry about.

Was it because it was a taboo? This emotion was not joy, but a surging excitement—the profound sensation that what one had longed for had finally been achieved, completely unheralded by any prior signs. Why was this?

Si Qing took Lan Zhiyu by the hand, led her to the seat of honor, and pulled her directly into her embrace, making her sit upon her lap.

Yet these angelic legions from the Heavenly Realm—even the weakest among them, possessing only a single pair of wings of light—were equivalent to human martial grandmasters of the True Sky Realm. Their overall strength far surpassed that of Blue Star.

Later on, everyone came to know that Mu Qi loved Yan Bai with a madness that reached into the marrow of his bones, an incurable and terminal obsession that no one could treat and for which there was no remedy.

Yun Mo and Xi Yunxuan scrambled to their feet in a hurry. Their profound energy had been nearly depleted by the recent lightning strike, and both of them had suffered severe injuries.

Zhao Hengyu instantly became like an ant on a hot pan, hurriedly dispatching the employees of the East Sea Group whom he had bribed to gather information. Alas, this was a decision made at the highest executive levels, and the lower-tier employees were utterly incapable of unearthing even a shred of useful intelligence.

"You were the one who insisted on playing the game and accepting the punishment; it has nothing to do with me!" Mansheng refused to compromise, nor was she willing to answer him.

He frowned, truly not expecting Luo Fei to resort to such a method. Yet in this world, she was likely the only one who could so effortlessly touch upon his vital weaknesses.

Noticing her fingers being tightly gripped, Leng Ran furrowed her brow slightly before finally shifting her gaze to the face of the Poison King.

"Hah! How long has it been since you even touched a textbook? Do you actually think you can pass?" Wang Lan兰 spared no effort in provoking him.

It was not until today that Yan An came to him in a panic, reporting that the tens of thousands of taels of silver in ready cash within the estate were nearly exhausted, that he finally took it upon himself to divert his route and come take a look—never expecting to witness such a desolate scene.