Chapter 37

Old Xuan Biao showed no signs of waning strength; on the contrary, his momentum grew increasingly formidable. One beast claw pressed down upon the crowd, while the other swept horizontally in a slow, steady arc, the tips gleaming with a chilling light.

"There is nothing to hide from her," Yun Shu'an said. He was always straightforward and open in his actions.

After settling into a private room, Jiang Wan told Di Yang everything without reservation, including her experiences, suspicions, and conjectures.

Yet, it turned out she possessed only a fake spiritual root—a true good-for-nothing who, after a year of cultivation, could not even master the most basic art of sword flight.

"The evidence presented in court shall be handed over to the court after the session adjourns. The trial is now concluded. I hereby announce an adjournment! The collegiate bench will deliberate, and we shall reconvene in twenty minutes to announce the verdict. Take the defendant, Xianyu Fei, away." After Fang Chaoyang finished speaking, he struck the gavel heavily.

Just then, a scrawny man ran toward them. He stood about 1.65 meters tall, with an average appearance, a thin build, and a buzz cut. He yawned as he ran, looking as though he had not yet woken up.

However, when Mo Yanjiao finally realized what Moqi Yin had said, her mouth fell slightly agape. "You said my brother left?! How could he leave so suddenly..." Her tone was filled with disbelief.

As Shi Lingyi walked on, her surroundings grew increasingly unfamiliar and desolate. She frowned, wondering where she had ended up.

With a sharp "snap," the jade hairpin in her hand broke in two, and Li Shaoyang suddenly snapped back to his senses.

"My grandmother is a very gentle person. Whether a gift is expensive or whether one brings a gift at all doesn't really matter; it is the thought that counts," Liu Yuanjin said.

Li Banxian spoke as he pulled a porcelain bottle from his pocket. Fang Chunliang recognized it as the one retrieved from the cave of the hermit master on the island; it was filled with medicinal pills.

"Since Mr. Pojun happens to be here for this year's Trinity Festival, I have taken the liberty of inviting him to attend. I wonder what everyone’s opinion is?" Pope Paul asked those present.

If not for the Eighth Prince’s beauty and the favor he earned from the Empress Dowager, Consort Liang’s life would have been difficult to predict. And if not for the Seventh Prince’s good temperament and his diligence in exercising his legs to overcome his disability, who knows what would have become of the mother and son?

Especially for someone like me, who could never integrate into the mainstream society abroad. If I didn't prepare enough retirement savings, I would be unable to handle the manual labor required to survive.

Having started as the local gang leader, he entered the business world after stepping down and founded the massive Wang Group.

He was always like this—whenever there was danger, he would be the first to stand in front of me to protect me, even though I no longer needed his protection.

A cylindrical glass tank lay horizontally in the center of the room, filled with a blue liquid as clear and fluid as water. On both sides of the tank were placed instruments unlike anything ever seen before, their craftsmanship so precise that it was clearly beyond the capabilities of any artifact refiner.

Any thugs or bullies would be dealt with firmly and without mercy. Naturally, Wu You could not tolerate the Di family, who had seized control of the entire Songjiang region and acted as local despots.

Listening to them discuss the war between the two clans, Xue Huan could not help but sigh.

Mo Xize first took her to meet Xiyue and the others. When Bai Liuli met them, the feeling of reuniting with old friends after many years welled up in her heart.

In the silent, silver-white world, two crisp notes were added to the beautiful melody composed by the tinkling of the babbling brook.

Lin Yixin smiled, as radiant as blooming flowers; she had learned a great deal from Li Xiaoyao’s ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

As for the entire TC, apart from Ji Ke, who was already twenty-two, Lu Dan and Rendong were only twenty, and Dajian was nineteen; none of them were very old.

"No, you misunderstood. The rumors had already spread, and I only told the truth because I saw there was no way to fix it. And everything I said was true; I didn't fabricate a single word!" Hehua said aggrievedly, her reddened eyes brimming with tears.

With a sudden lunge, he rushed behind Chen Lu and clamped his hand around her throat. By the time Dong Hao reacted, he was already a step too late.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely detached himself from the scene, with the world narrowing down to nothing but the kitchen counter in front of him.

Two mounted bailiffs entered the village and began calling names from a list. The men who were called walked over and lined up in an orderly fashion.

"I found you unconscious in that cave, and Whitey was not by your side!" The Wolf King felt his luck was extraordinary. He had originally lost track of Mo Lan, but for some reason, when he woke up again, he saw the beauty lying not far away and had to carry her away from that eerie cave immediately.

Jian Mo looked into those bright, sparkling eyes. Had there not been so many people present, he would have loved to stroke her cheek. At this moment, Jian Mo felt he was truly foolish; what exactly had he been worried about? He and Yan Xiao shared a genuine bond; these people were not some casual, easy hookup.

Bu Qianhuai observed from a distance. Because there were so many experts in Qi-manipulation, he used his eighth-grade supernatural ability to communicate with the flora to stay as far away from Meng Yanyu's infiltration point as possible, all to keep his own identity hidden.

"Then we must capture him and interrogate him with torture," one of the Supreme Elders said excitedly, his eyes filled with greed.

"Don't... don't kill me... I beg you, don't kill me..." Qi Aizhen groveled on the mahjong table, pleading bitterly. Knowing she was no match for her enemies, she had lost even the courage to make a final stand, placing all her hope in the slim chance that they would spare her.

After growing up, Lu Yan’s memory was not affected by any factors; instead, it became even more astonishing after he studied traditional martial arts. Anything he had seen, and any person he had encountered, he would never forget.