Zhao Jiao's ex-boyfriend has shown up.

He evaded the core issue, hoping to shirk responsibility for the matter. Even if he couldn’t, he would claim it was a punishment for them—mere outer disciples, while he was a true heir. He should clearly understand who held the greater weight. Yet, such thoughts were not so easily suppressed; once they surfaced, they seemed endless. The tears of deep affection, it seemed, had been confirmed—those two drops of tears were very likely such.

This was something Yu Jizi only realized after attempting to refine them, and Xia Tian learned it for the first time as well: if the refinement failed, it meant that the fragment of divine consciousness imprinted on the artifact was indestructible, and indestructible meant eternal suffering.

After getting up to exercise a bit and taking a bath, he went downstairs for breakfast. There, he happened to meet Zhen Wanting, who seemed to have anticipated Yue Longtian’s arrival and had already ordered two breakfasts, waving at him from across the room.

Though many martial heroes in the Jianghu disdained Ding Chunqiu, no one dared approach him for now. His strange martial arts instilled fear in many hearts. Of course, if they knew that a certain lazy fellow named his personal guards “East Dong” and “West Xi,” they would probably be much more at ease.

“All right, time’s almost up. The press conference will conclude here. Thank you to all the reporters for coming!” The host wisely ended the session promptly.

Whether Bai Yunfei’s belongings were present or whether he was dead mattered little; no one here would be allowed to leave.

Mu Mu gathered his thoughts. Some matters could not be made too clear, as he had realized from that moment on.

Father removed the cushions from the co-driver’s seat and hastily grabbed some tools, then went to the back of the car with Mother to repair it.

And then there was Ru Yue, the only person in all of Chang’an who truly understood him. He wondered whether she was quietly watching his every move from the heavens at this very moment.

Liu Da stared intently at Xu Changfeng, afraid the young man would be dissatisfied. After all, young people often lacked discernment and found it hard to see things clearly. For a stranger, the price would start at no less than twenty taels; even if bargaining occurred, it would not fall below eighteen.

Hearing Mu Han speak so of Xi Erxian, Zuo Fei’s expression instantly darkened. How could this child speak so of his teacher?

“Anything else?” Without waiting for Jiuyue to speak, Bai Zimo saw that he still had more to say.

No matter how much Su Chen wailed, the pearl transformed into a streak of light, sinking into Su Chen’s palm. Like the previous pearl, it left a glowing spot in his hand.

“Uh…” Su Bao’er had initially hoped to temporarily ignore her fantastical journey, but a question lingered in her heart. She felt that Leng Jinyu was quite unlike the rumored “Living King of Hell,” more akin to a seductive great demon.

Some resentful Sui soldiers rushed to the cliff’s edge, trembling as they looked down. The abyss was bottomless, shrouded in mist, revealing nothing. Their legs weakened, they slumped down in frustration; their dreams of promotion and fortune were utterly shattered.

This approach served two purposes: to clear the camp’s external line of sight and to stockpile vast amounts of wood. The scouting teams’ basic tasks were to clear a few paths and hunt outside assigned missions, securing food for the entire camp. Wild fruit gathering was handled by specialists.

Su Chen’s fists struck again and again, hitting the Dragon Scale Guards heavily. He and his disciples struggled forward. Lin Ning and Han Gang bore many wounds; blood soaked through their clothes.

Then, to his bewilderment, Liu Yusi slowly stepped forward, grabbed his hand, and tried to drag him like a dead dog toward the gate.

“This matter indeed requires attention. Tomorrow I’ll return to the association. Teacher Li, my dear vice principal, I entrust the academy to you,” Monica said, patting Teacher Li on the shoulder before departing.

Qin Chen knew Shi Qian had misunderstood and was about to explain when the car braked sharply. Qin Chen’s body was thrown forward; he steadied himself with one hand against the back of the front passenger seat to avoid colliding.

He wouldn’t claim to have reached the divine blood realm himself—he had yet to attain it—but looking ahead to the dragon blood realm was possible.

If marketing accounts saw this scene and paired it with some sweet background music, it would undoubtedly trigger a wave of enthusiastic male fan comments.

As Lin Zhengying’s most trusted son, Lin Jingfeng not only possessed remarkable business acumen but was also extremely meticulous, earning Lin Zhengying’s deep trust.

Lu Kaiping was no real threat to Chen Yuan; he paid no mind to Qiao Bing, who was still that reckless youth. Lu Kaiping easily controlled him.

She too dared not meet Su An’s gaze. Bending down, she withdrew a radio-like device from a cabinet beside her desk.

“I... of course I don’t remember! But what does that have to do with attending a class reunion? Qin Chen, if you have something to say, just say it!” Ling Xiang disliked beating around the bush.

You say invisibility, yet life is under control; he couldn’t escape inspection, merely fled thousands of meters away.

Before the opponent served the ball, Ni Tu glanced at all his teammates on the field, then tapped his temple with his left hand, signaling everyone to stay calm.

Prince Ping still wished to find Qin Fengyi another fief. Though he hadn’t persuaded Marquis Jingchuan to jointly petition Emperor Jing’an, as a senior official and the imperial father-in-law, Prince Ping could handle this matter on his own.

Peering through the door crack, she saw a boy in a patient’s gown, thin and frail, with messy black hair hanging behind his head.

Ni Tu thought the opponent had regained some composure after sneaking two hundred kilometers into their territory.

Only Father could be so brazen; elsewhere, the situation was quite different.

In stark contrast to Ni Tu was the team’s other winger, Ilicevich. Returning from vacation, he appeared to have gained a round or two, clearly indulging himself during the winter break. Frequenting debauched pleasures, how could his body remain in top form?