Chapter 46: Master and Disciple, Time Limit, Conflict

What else?
Could it be that if I stood at the cave entrance and shouted, "Come on out!", that grave robber would obediently obey, surrender, and let himself be captured without a fight? I looked at Guan Wangxing's solemn expression, thinking he was simply incomprehensible.
"Of course!" With that, he pulled a piece of grass root from behind his hair bun—judging by its shape, it appeared to be the exact same one he had been chewing on yesterday.
In fact, Galaxy Network's own development attempts over the past year or so, especially the IP development in film and television dramas, could basically all be described as ending in failure.
In the beliefs of the Yi people, this coiled hair is called the Heavenly Topknot, which is the resting eye of the divine eagle. The Yi people regard the Heavenly Topknot as the hiding place of a man's soul—sacred, inviolable, and blasphemy-free, and absolutely forbidden for anyone to touch.
After unpacking, making the bed, and hastily washing up, Lin Bao glanced at the time as he lay down; it was already two o'clock.
He Qizheng cast a peculiar glance at Loma, yet remained silent. He continued leaning against the bronze wall, watching coldly as these humans engaged in their ridiculous antics.
Wearing a hat that slightly shaded him from the sunlight and carrying a small backpack, he held his phone tightly against his chest, occasionally looking up toward the school gate before meeting her gaze.
Chu Lingxun finally understood why Molin had chased him for such a long distance; that notebook apparently served a vital purpose.
"You even know about soul crystals?" Chu Lingxun asked in surprise, having always believed that there were only people within the Dream of Oblivion.
A year into the apocalypse, roaming zombies could no longer be seen outside; the only exception was a massive horde still gathered inside Wuma Peiming's zombie stronghold.
My words were absolute commands at that moment. Regardless of whether I was officially qualified to act as Chen Jing and the others' commander, they shouted their assent in unison and turned to busy themselves with their tasks.
"Boss, if you find it boring, we can head back; there's no need to wait around." Song Hu had also noticed. After all, Ye Zhen was at the age of youthful vigor and arrogance. Although Ye Zhen could keep his emotions in check, he certainly didn't enjoy sitting around waiting foolishly.
"Director, do you think these marks mean that Ming Fan was once bound by iron chains, and that's why he fears them?" Guo Qiyun found it hard to credit. Just what on earth had happened to Ming Fan over the past two years?
He thrashed about like a maddened bull, kicking and striking at random before finally collapsing heavily onto the ground, staring blankly.
Shi Xiaofeng was just about to answer when he saw two more Harley-Davidson motorcycles approaching from behind in the rearview mirror, one on the left and one on the right, their riders shouting something loudly.
Father and mother had been quite leisurely these past few days. Watching us youngsters bustle about, play, and laugh, all they could do was smile.
Yeji remembered that the starting point was the only place where the ceiling was invisible. Could that possibly indicate that they had fallen from above?
"President Ye, tomorrow morning's schedule has been arranged for nine o'clock." Since it was a day in advance and the other party wouldn't wait around, Wang Xi had to ensure everything was set for nine. She had planned this long ago, leaving Ye Zhen only to finish up his work.
Ming Fan had already departed, making a smooth exit. Yet his heart remained calm. He knew this was a gamble between his teacher and his eldest brother, and Ming Lou had lost. The command had been handed over to Wang Tianfeng, while Ming Fan was assigned to the Death Squad.
After chatting with Ma Ting about some trivial matters, it was already past midnight. Because he still had to host a banquet for the three major families the next day, Liu Feng had no choice but to get some sleep to preserve his energy. He had wanted to have Ma Ting stay the night at Jingxiu Garden, but Ma Ting adamantly refused, claiming he needed to go back and prepare tomorrow's gifts. Consequently, Liu Feng had someone send him back.
Elder Han, Han Jinlong, had a bad habit ever since he became famous: he disliked obtaining a medical license. Therefore, even though he was a master of traditional Chinese medicine within the medical community, he did not hold any official medical credentials.