Meeting Room 21

Saint Te crouched down and extended a hand toward Maya. Facing this stranger, Maya showed no warmth, yet she did not bare her teeth or growl in defiance. Instead, she bowed her head and whispered her submission.

Upon arriving at the private room on the second floor, everyone took their seats. The man in the Taoist robe at the head of the table gently placed his duster aside, invited everyone to help themselves, then was the first to down a cup of strong spirit, a look of enjoyment finally crossing his lean, dark, square face.

Saint Te did not push any further. Within minutes, he released Corinne Wen, stood up quietly, and without a word, headed toward the martial arts hall’s entrance.

She silently observed Wan Hua’s expression. Upon hearing the word “younger sister,” Wan Hua’s eyes flickered, and her brows involuntarily furrowed.

“Cultivation is a contest against heaven for life; what is there to fear in death?” The Taoist boy said calmly, his face serene as he swallowed the pill.

After a long while, Zeng Mina wearily climbed out of the carriage. Before leaving, she warned him not to cause trouble, for if her father and Shen Mo found out, they would surely not spare him.

Yu Wei thought that if one day the Prime Minister’s residence were completely wiped out, she would have changed her status to become a princess by marriage, thereby escaping this calamity. But the old madam and the many servants in the household would not be so fortunate.

“Indeed, but the Six Ghost Guards returned gravely wounded, and they did not bring back the Fourth Elder,” the gray-robed elder said helplessly.

“Do you want to become stronger, so that when true danger comes, you can stand by his side and share the risk?” Yuan Tiandao’s tone grew hopeful and meaningful.

“So what if you see through it? You are merely a pawn. Once broken, you are useless!” the old Taoist of the Azure Dragon suddenly spoke.

But the good times were short-lived. Within less than a year of university, his parents were imprisoned for drug abuse. Because they cooperated with the patrol, drug dealers held a grudge. With the couple in jail, creditors and dealers came after Yi Peng.

These relatives were all strangers to An Cheng, who recognized none of them but dared not ask further, only nodding.

“All right, my ancestor, stop embarrassing us here!” Cheng Ying forcibly picked up her sister and ran down the city.

Yue Wanshan was furious, shouting as he threw a dagger far away and reached out with his large hand to grab him.

Lin Suimiao watched his lunge, lifted his foot and extended his leg directly toward Sun Rui’s lower region.

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An Shu’s abacus skills were still learned from An Qi; since An Qi hadn’t taught her deliberately, she fumbled along.

Mu Wanfeng was about to speak again but noticed the gold-devouring beast jumping and running about restlessly.

Bai Wuxia burst in, dusty and weary, glanced around the room, and his strangely arched eyebrows twitched continuously.

On the journey through the southern frontier, the wilderness gradually faded, replaced by boundless plains. Occasionally, smoke rose, and scattered homesteads and ancient villages dotted the vast rivers and fields.

Before she could react, Ye Lansheng grabbed her collar and, disregarding whether she could keep up, dragged her toward the annex.

Su Qianyi sneered disdainfully, feeling a bit displeased, and said, “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be on leave. Don’t think I’m grateful to you just because of that.”

After speaking, she waved her hand; the blood mage bowed, turning into flames and transforming into a card that flew into Wang Feng’s hand. After placing the blood mage into the card box, Wang Feng gave everyone a carefree glance and left.

However, Han Qin could not quite recall where he had seen it before. Those images appearing before his eyes seemed like scenes that had truly happened somewhere.

But Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin were quite satisfied. After circling once, they mounted their horses, ascended the city walls, dismounted, removed their armor, and slipped into the gatehouse.

Sitting up wrapped in a quilt, she suddenly felt a sticky sensation and soreness in her waist, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson.

Father Qi and Mother Qi, after tallying the vineyard’s income for the entire year, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even so, they abandoned their initial thoughts of handing over the vineyard and resolved to manage it more diligently starting next year.

Previously, over ten thousand heavy infantry were captured from Tieshan Commandery, saving nearly two hundred million gold coins. Yet compared to the total amount, it was still but a drop in the ocean.

“Wait, I just overlooked a factor! The numbers are off,” a staff member suddenly said after Bilbot made a decision.

In truth, there was a selfish reason for having Lemon Soda dub the role: he was Yan Hui’s creator. Since Yan Hui’s image and story were his original creation, no one knew better than him whose voice suited Yan Hui.

Meanwhile, the ancestral glory no longer suited the current interstellar era. To open the star gate in the Blue Water Domain for future visitors, it was necessary to develop special devices fully compatible with various interstellar life forms.

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“Forget it?” Mu Bai was surprised that the other party had not uttered a harsh word.

After a simple tidying up, Yang Yin looked around; everywhere was white with snow.

“It won’t happen. My father’s body is very strong,” Guo Ziyue stubbornly refused to accept reality.

Xu Jingzhi hurriedly stood up, approached to pat her back, and brought tissues to wipe her face.

After passing through the town and wandering a bit, they finally reached their destination: a luxurious villa.

Su Moli bit her lip and made up her mind. She opened her phone’s contacts and tremblingly flipped through the numbers.

Su Moli understood that Xu Yingying was a good person, but they were not well acquainted. She was somewhat uncertain.

“Lin Ye, get out!” Lin Jiu shouted at his son and then sat down on the sofa.

If it were the usual Pei Xiyuan, nothing would have happened. But the important thing was, would Pei Xiyuan still be the same tomorrow morning upon waking?

Long after, when Xiao Moyan finally understood the true meaning of “pattering,” he twitched his mouth repeatedly, feeling his nephew was far too precocious—just over a year old and already wanting to “patter” with someone, and that someone was his royal uncle…

Beichuan was not only the capital of the Sangri Kingdom but also a city of the arts. In this city made up of many islands, numerous artists thrived—passionate singers, romantic troubadours, or leisurely painters.