You two are legally recognized.

Jiang Zeyu suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a slight numbness in his arm. Qu Wan was curled up in his embrace, one hand still clutching the fabric of his shirt. Jiang Zeyu sighed softly and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, tightening his arms around her just a little more. She probably didn't remember what she had said, but Jiang Zeyu had held those words in his heart for a long time.

That afternoon, a few of them had gone to the school auditorium to rehearse a performance for the students. For Sun Yuxin, Xu Jiawei, and Gu Siyuan, who were all idols by profession, this was hardly a challenge—after all, it was their main line of work.

“You’re tone-deaf,” Gu Siyuan remarked bluntly.

Qu Wan’s expression didn’t change. “Then let’s dance.”

Even if he were truly in Xiangling Town, he’d find a way to make it seem as though he were in some faraway place at the ends of the earth. As Ye Tian’s strength steadily increased, he was now just a step away from reaching the Vein Illusion Realm. Therefore, among the martial techniques stored within his spatial jade pendant—scrolls he had previously ignored—there were now several he could begin to cultivate.

Green and purple together might seem a jarring combination, but her jet-green hair and deep violet eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, her snow-white skin flawless and delicate. Yet every gesture was laced with an alluring charm, making it impossible to look away.

He Yiyang blinked, smiled at me, then pulled me into his arms and pressed a deep kiss to my forehead.

By the campfire, she used a branch to build a rack, took off her damp outerwear, and hung it up to dry. Even so, the strength of Fenggang of Mount Fengqi was undeniable; even the remnants of his power would be more than enough to give Ye Tian a formidable challenge.

Yun Qing shrugged helplessly—she had watched the others’ matches, and they were all so strong that her own loss didn’t seem too disgraceful.

Qu Youying’s eyes lit up—no wonder he was born of royalty; with all these schemes and machinations, he was surely no stranger to intrigue.

Though only one piece of the Heavenly Emperor’s Bliss Candy remained, Songzi had already given up on everything. No longer able to love, she tossed the candy aside without a glance, living each day on a meager allowance, watching television, and snacking idly.

Perhaps the most important aspect was the military; since there were no ready-made rules for recruitment, each commanding officer had to travel to different regions to enlist soldiers themselves.

Once you chose the civilian faction, you would be at the mercy of the survivors playing assassins—too passive, constantly constrained by others.

Everyone dreams of being the hero who turns the tide and saves the day, but it’s best left as a fantasy and not taken too seriously.

It was An Xuyang who had suggested taking Ye Nuannuan to the market for a change of scenery, and judging by her reaction, it seemed to have been the right idea.

Though India’s labor is cheap, its decades of sluggish development have their root causes. Apart from government inaction, the pervasive influence of religion has been a major obstacle. The people there are undisciplined and disorganized, absorbed in religious rituals day and night—asking them to work overtime is almost akin to asking for their lives.

Ouyang Lingjing’s face turned pale at the bizarre scene before him, and he followed Liang Shan, bewildered, to ask, “I live with my Miaomiao—are you here to be the third wheel?” Qin Muchan’s voice was lazy, but her remark was blunt as ever.

Yet Dai Tian’en’s palm strike was truly overwhelming; the Old Man of Lost Years was pushed several yards back, seriously wounded by the contest of strength. Seeing that he had finally vanquished this old monster, Dai Tian’en spun and struck at Luo Niancheng once more.

“It was nothing—no need for praise. We’re just responsible for the investigation; the rest is up to you. You’d best set out tonight. With both the Rainbow and the Restful Incense involved, you surely know better than I where to begin. I won’t interfere further, but remember: keep things discreet.”

Still with her eye-catching pink hair and black leather jacket, Zhou Wanrou’s fiery figure leaning against the police car drew countless admiring glances from the men around. He’d always known this girl had a fierce temper, but everything that had just happened in the room still left him anxious and on edge.