Volume 1, Chapter 57: Does He Really Love Zhou Qin?

She still wanted to see He Yunshen one last time. Despite their divorce, she wished to lay eyes on him before leaving.

She was merely stubborn with herself, fully aware that she was the only one who could not let go.

"Where did you buy these? Next time I go to America, I'll buy some for the flight," the young woman said.

"We'll worship them when we get back. There are no suitable offerings on the boat right now; we'll slaughter pigs and sheep to honor the Dragon King upon our return," someone remarked.

The only reason Huang Xuan knew Mo Fan was coming was because her intelligence network had already reached the Yellow Sands. To put it mildly, she likely received word the moment Mo Fan stepped foot into the Chen State.

A dark figure suddenly darted out, leaping into the air in an attempt to escape, only to see Han Bing flash before Yin Wuying's path. Reaching out, Han Bing grabbed Yin Wuying and delivered a vicious punch straight to his dantian, shattering it completely.

The only thing troubling Han Ge right now was whether purchasing a slot automatically guaranteed entry into the World Finals.

Chen Zhongren could not be bothered to explain any further. At his command, his brothers instantly drew out steel pipes and charged roaring toward the opposition. Unlike Chen Guang's faction, whose members all carried machetes, Chen Zhongren's crew was uniformly armed with steel pipes.

The tide crashing against the shore had already receded by dozens of zhang, while a muffled, rumbling sound faintly echoed from below.

"Are you Meng Fan?" one of them asked, speaking Mandarin with a noticeable southern accent.

With a loud thud, Di Chongxiao crashed to the ground, finally realizing just how formidable Zhu Hongyu truly was.

He leaped up from the spot once more, sweeping his leg toward the Corpse Demon's head, refusing to believe the creature wouldn't let go. Yet, the Corpse Demon simply refused to release its grip, raising its leg casually to block his ferocious kick with ease.

By nine o'clock, Zhao Fuxiang, the top official of Binhai City, took the podium and lavished praise upon Zhongyuan Technology and its project leader, Tang Yuan. Afterward, Tang Yuan gave a speech of his own, dragging things out until fifty-eight past nine, when the ribbon-cutting ceremony officially began.

I jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. Glancing at the sun, I realized I couldn't have slept for very long. Just as I was about to catch up on sleep, a soft chuckle suddenly rang out in my ear.

Forget about escorting and protecting the migrating commoners' luggage; it would already be a miracle if these soldiers refrained from bullying them or extorting bribes under the guise of authority.

Gao Taixiang had already resolved to personally lead his troops to garrison Longshou Pass north of the capital for a final decisive battle against the Mongol barbarians. However, the imperial court was deadlocked in endless debate between the war faction and the appeasement faction, with the majority holding a conservative stance, hoping Gao Taixiang would grant an audience to the Mongol envoys and listen to their terms.

With these thoughts in mind, I said no more. The horse had finished grazing, so I untied the reins, vaulted into the saddle, cracked the whip against the horse's flank, and galloped away.

Free from the suppression of the divine skill that restrained floral souls, the Othershore Fragrance sprouted fresh green leaves, its withered and wrinkled orchid petals recovered their original luster, and its sweet scent filled the air once more.

Yang Jing's Nine-Pagoda Concealed Momentum relied on suppression to accumulate blade momentum. Gradually, Yang Jing was beginning to develop his own comprehension of this intangible, invisible force.

"Obey... my own heart?" Zhang Fei muttered to himself, slowly opening his eyes in the waking world.

It was merely exchanging polite greetings; it wouldn't cost him a pound of flesh. Shouting it out was no big deal.

Half a year seemed long on paper, but the time they actually spent together was pitifully brief. To claim there was any deep affection between them would be a lie.

Koldak spat out a mouthful of blood, likely mixed with fragments of his internal organs, but he no longer cared. That last strike had exhausted his final ounce of strength. He stared at the middleman before his vision darkened, and he lost consciousness entirely.