You don't believe me either.

"Your cheeks are all red from the cold—did you go out to see the snow? Put on some more clothes before you go outside again. The weather forecast says this snow will last another three days."

Qu Wan pulled her hand out of his palm. "I'm not cold."

Then she brushed past Jiang Zeyu and went straight inside.

Jiang Zeyu followed close behind.

Why does she seem a bit distant? Is she upset?

The two of them sat in the elevator. With her head lowered, Qu Wan spoke.

"My brother called at noon. He wants me to go back for something. Once the snow stops and flights return to normal, I'll leave."

Jiang Zeyu pressed his lips together before replying, "Alright. When the flights are back to normal, I'll take you to the airport."

Qu Wan shook her head slightly. "No need, really. I can go by myself."

I’m not familiar with that driver, and I can’t just say that I’m going to Wulong Mountain to find Wu Kuang and Chen Guan to learn martial arts.

Fan Haonan gave them a thorough explanation, instructing them to use the back of their blades when fighting. Only if absolutely necessary should they cut the opponent, and even then, avoid vital points and keep the wounds shallow.

"This is the place where your trial will be. Simple enough, isn’t it?" The Inner Demon spoke to Tian Ye, who at that moment wished Hamore could stay by his side—after all, the Inner Demon was eager to devour him.

Seeing this colossal beast exuding overwhelming might, jaws wide open, it lunged fiercely at the dragon avatar. Yet, the dragon avatar leapt nimbly aside, spun around, and with a powerful swing of its tail, struck the beast so hard that it went flying.

"Absolutely not. I’ve used all my family connections and influence, but no one is willing to get involved with this issue," Inoue Kazuhiko recalled how, just a few days ago, he had tried to approach his father, only to have his request gently refused.

Typhoon bent down and pulled out the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it. The alloy gate rose smoothly, as if powered by electricity, slowly disappearing into a crack in the upper wall.

Next, he had to divide the pills. The jade slip contained the pill division method, though only the most basic one. Still, it was sufficient—he had already memorized it thoroughly.

Then, as the explosion’s shockwave swept through, Lin Yufeng and Leng Wu, the final traces of the two evil cultivators in this world, were scattered by the wind, leaving nothing behind.

Before I could react, Zhou Tong yanked me inside, and Bai Chenxi leapt into the coffin at that very moment. The coffin must have been reset by Lady Bai; it was no longer that endless abyss, but instead was neat and orderly, with none of the previous bones and bloodied mud.

"Is that so?" Song Zheng smiled faintly. Hidden within his sleeves, his hands once again formed complex seals, while the wood aura continued to swirl around him.

When Wan Ningzhu learned that the founder of Xisha was Nia, she lost interest in probing the so-called miracle any further.

Just as Fan Tuan and Chang Zi’s auras surged, a thick layer of thunderclouds for the heavenly tribulation suddenly gathered in the night sky.

Perhaps it was because of that accidental, drunken intimacy, but between Xiong Xiaobai and An Weichen, not only did they seem more like a real couple, but even their hearts felt closer than before.

"When the time comes, I’ll be sure to seek answers at the Holy Palace. Old scores and new grievances alike will be settled," Lin Aotian murmured, eyes narrowing.

"Ziyan, I want to hear your story. Will you tell it to me?" Jia Chao still leaned against Ziyan’s back, a hint of playful stubbornness in his voice.

"Alright, go ahead. There’s no one else here," Lan Hanyan replied, still writing, her head never lifting.

Xiong Xiaobai had not expected An Weichen to actually be at home. She’d worried about this the entire way, had even prepared how to deal with it. But when she saw him, she instinctively took a step back.

Yet she was, after all, skilled in combat. She quickly recovered, shoved Wan Ningzhu aside, grabbed her scimitar, and stormed out in a fury, ready to fight the intruder to the death.