081 can go ahead directly.

With the production team's official statement released, it was a slap in the face for many of the haters, instantly silencing them. The malicious speculations and negative reviews were quietly deleted as well. Yet, some stubborn detractors and fans of the original second female lead refused to give up. They started praising the former actress’s performance to the skies and belittling Qu Wan’s acting, claiming that anyone who could win a Golden Broom award couldn’t possibly be any good.

Most of Qu Wan’s fans had only recently become supporters, so their loyalty wasn’t that deep. Even so, they were far from passive. They quickly organized themselves, began cleaning up the comments section, quietly countering the negativity, and editing videos overnight to defend Qu Wan. Someone even took the time to edit together clips from the film that had won the Golden Broom, offering detailed explanations and analyses.

At the front desk, behind the counter, sat a receptionist in glasses and a ponytail, dressed in formal attire. Lin Ziran’s current role felt to me like a stand-in for Xue Xin. In these days without Xue Xin, I treated Lin Ziran as if she were her. “So what if Iron Panther is eligible to run for the position of Supreme Leader? What qualifications does he have to compete with General Zack?” said another supporter of General Zack.

I had searched for who knows how long, without finding a thing. Just as I was growing increasingly frustrated, I noticed signs of life not far away—more than just one or two. I summoned the Sword of Time, preparing for battle as time itself seemed to freeze.

“Sorry about the sofa. I’ll pay for it,” Peng Haoming said politely, not wanting to escalate the matter.

In the paranormal world, how many craftsmen, driven by fame and fortune, would recklessly pursue artifacts that bring endless conflict from the moment of their creation? And how many would lose all reason, breaking moral taboos in pursuit of the ultimate forging techniques?

By the second day, there was still no sign of awakening. Even the imperial physicians summoned from the palace were at a loss, unable to offer any explanation. Nearly every doctor in the city had been called upon, and all could only diagnose an attack of fright, advising to simply wait and see.

Peng Haoming, accompanied by Weng Chai, followed the directions coming through his earpiece, crossing the casino’s main hall, only to be blocked by several heavily armed military police in the corridor.

I couldn’t help but feel puzzled—what day was it, exactly? Was this some sort of public holiday where everyone stayed home and slept in?

To be specific, it was a piece of land with mystical geomantic energy, imbued from birth with a fabled dragon’s aura. This aura is that of an emperor; though we have no emperors in these times, it still brings wealth and status to the descendants of those buried there.

Du Gou grew more and more frustrated. Reaching the palace gates, he couldn’t swallow his anger and turned back.

But after several encounters with Luo Qingcheng, though her beauty still left him momentarily dazed, he managed to regain his composure much more quickly.

“You can’t get away,” came the taunt. Wary of the hostage being killed, Steve stopped in his tracks, though he had no intention of letting the spy go.

Fortunately, the uneasy feeling didn’t last long. Soon enough, the young women found themselves face to face with Frigg, waiting for them in the golden hall. Her gentle manner instantly put them at ease.

Phew… The Red Count exhaled slowly, gazing at the mist-shrouded sea. For someone usually so composed, his heart was now far from calm.

Most of the corpses wore the armor of Shu soldiers, mixed with a few unfamiliar uniforms—likely those of Wei troops. Many were pierced with arrows, those not already crushed to pulp by rolling stones.

It was a rare occurrence—someone actually managed to force back Tiansi in the midst of one of his fierce assaults.

A curtain of red light flashed by, and in the next instant, everyone found themselves in a great hall. Compared to the decay and ruin of the underground labyrinth before passing through the portal, the splendor of this hall was enough to inspire awe.

The Red Count flickered like a ghost, appearing beside Nangong Yan. Countless layers of black specks in the air converged, lancing toward Nangong Yan.

Though the crowd continued to grow, an unusual silence prevailed. The disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect listened intently, as if the sound of their neighbors’ hurried breaths could be heard clearly.

Lin Yifeng, the fool, actually volunteered to drink baijiu from a bottle during the round-robin drinking contest, falling right into Jiang Jin and his friends’ trap.