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Jiang Zeyu was focused on his script. His agent had collected several promising projects and wanted him to review them. The office was quiet and empty, matching the stillness with which Jiang Zeyu read.

Suddenly, the office door swung open. The agent stomped in, seething with frustration. "I am absolutely speechless. You didn't even consult me before rushing into that secret marriage. I thought she would keep to herself and stay out of trouble, so I turned a blind eye, but look at what happens every single day! Last time it was Gu Siguan, and now who is it?"

Jiang Zeyu lifted his eyelids lazily to glance at the tablet the agent thrust toward him. It displayed a few photos—likely paparazzi shots, though they were...

Azuki Miho had very little screen time; her only contribution was this performance. Yet, in this moment, she was the absolute protagonist, embodying Emi through her music.

Ruan Bing felt an overwhelming sense of safety, her eyelids growing heavy until she slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Now that he finally possessed sufficient strength, and with tomorrow being the day he would settle things with Xuan Qing, Zhao Yu felt a surge of excitement and anticipation.

"With his amateur skills, I could crush him with a single finger." With a contemptuous sneer, Ying Wan tapped his right foot against the ground and lunged toward Zhao Yu, accompanied by a howling gale.

Watching Qiu Shaojian’s pathetic, fleeing figure, Zhao Yu gathered his inner energy and let out a roar filled with chilling killing intent. He stomped his right foot, leaving a crater in the solid ground, and launched himself forward, his body tearing through the air with a menacing, lethal force.

Nevertheless, both of them instinctively stepped forward, shielding Mother Liu and Liu Yuyan behind them.

"Where are you? Why haven't you come home for dinner?" Song Zehan's cold, emotionless voice came through the receiver.

"What? You’ve already sent the people from the Ninth Prince's Manor to investigate this?" Before Yu Xuanji could finish, Su Feise interrupted in astonishment.

"Why hasn't Hao returned yet? Your brother wouldn't go so far as to keep him from us, would he?" Liang Ruozi asked, glancing down at the time.

Recalling the accident five years ago was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation and agony for Shangguan Feier. Every time she dreamt of Ye Jingcheng firing at her, it felt as though she were reliving a journey through hell—a torment that left her unable to sleep or eat, sometimes wishing she could just die to escape the pain.

The four people in the room instantly turned solemn, stopping their tasks. As the tiger-masked man returned from disposing of the bodies, the room fell silent once more. The others looked at him with a mix of profound reverence and trepidation.

As the words left his lips, the golden light surrounding Ao Taixu transformed into billowing golden flames. With a flicker, these flames engulfed the mountain of the Heavenly Demon Sword Tomb within the void. Immediately, creaking and groaning sounds emanated from the mountain as countless cracks began to fissure across its surface.

Yan Yuncheng, his face twisted with rage, stood up to leave. Tian Pei hurriedly grabbed him, knowing his volatile temper all too well. He knew Yan Yuncheng intended to rush back to Yanjing to save Yin Wen and the Immortal Heaven Silkworm, but Yan Yuncheng was now a pariah in the Yan Kingdom; returning so rashly would be a suicide mission.

Exiting the garden, they arrived at the plaza of the Abyssen Mystical Realm. To the east lay a sprawl of ruined buildings; to the north, a leaning magic tower and other mid-sized structures; to the west, a stretch of overgrown wilderness; and to the south, the garden they had just left.

Bai Luoyi looked toward the door, her expression anxious. "It’s fine. It was my carelessness that allowed them to ambush me; if we fought head-on, I wouldn't necessarily lose. Besides, they weren't even targeting me, so there's no need for me to be so apprehensive." With that, she rushed out the door in a frenzy.

Among the Snow Barbarian tribes of the Northern Territory, a legend had been passed down since ancient times: each clan had only managed to drive away the demonic beasts and overcome natural disasters through the help of the gods, before falling due to the subsequent tribal wars.

Below, on the top floor of an office building in the 'Southern Silk Road' factory, a figure wearing an iron mask and a red-and-black robe stood watching Gandhi and Atu in the sky.