Volume One, Chapter 48: Who Acknowledges You as the First Young Master of a Noble Family?

The table shook violently. Just as it was about to topple over, Yun Yi instinctively reached out with both hands, firmly pressing down on the broken table leg.

She couldn't let Cui Shuheng see her hiding under the table; otherwise, her dignity would be completely shattered.

Cui Xing lowered his gaze and noticed her fingertips caught on the broken part of the table leg, worry etched deeply across his brow.

“I miss you,” came a slightly hoarse voice from the other end of the phone. Wan Zilin momentarily thought she was imagining things. Such words were once casually uttered by Shang Yishen, but hearing them again after so long felt strange.

In the past, the Explosive Flame Fist was difficult to master, only allowing one to feel the scorching wind of the punch. But now it was different. As his body continued to evolve, he would develop higher levels of the Explosive Flame Fist. After all, the technique taught by the Qian family was incomplete, lacking a second stage of eruption. This revealed Fei Yuxin’s exceptional talent in fire cultivation.

A flicker of madness passed through Li Xia’s eyes. Rather than anxiously watching as Cheng Hao poached all the staff and fearing his retaliation, it was better to cooperate with Lin Chengxuan. With a stroke of luck, this might be a turning point for her and Shen Baiyu.

Mengmeng was very pleased with everyone’s surprised reactions. Even more satisfying was Gong Jian’s cold and indifferent expression, his arms crossed over his chest as he couldn’t help but feel a little smitten.

“Wow! Jia’er, you’re amazing! You can even scale walls and run along eaves,” Yun Xianxian said with admiration.

She used to see those snacks advertised on TV and wanted to try them, but every time she resisted, unwilling to spend the money.

The person who arrived was Gu Yiting, clad in a flamboyant purple casual outfit. He held nothing in his hands, which made Allen suspect his true intentions.

Whispers slipped into her ears. Feeling the slight frailty of Jing Yibai’s embrace, Yun Xianxian struggled to break free, suppressing the ache in her heart.

Her gaze, as if enlightened, fixed on the snow-white thigh beneath Lin Yiyi’s ultra-short skirt. It seemed as if she could feel the things Zhang Qiao spoke of against her own legs, her thighs clenching tightly, tingling with a strange sensation.

A crimson radiance slowly rose from Ma Xingming’s body, merging in the sky into a blood-red jade that descended into Zhang Qiao’s hand.

Cui Li’s consciousness grew increasingly hazy. He could only cling to the last shreds of reason, endlessly comforting himself.

A gentle breeze stirred as Su Yanting sat on the stone steps. The heart that had been pounding wildly moments before finally calmed.

She hadn’t been in the right state those few days and had to help her mother arrange her father’s discharge from the hospital. She had actually forgotten about it until she saw the things Li Ci carried when she visited last night. She had planned to go out to buy dinner afterward but unexpectedly was chased out by her mother.

But now Ji Lanqian had the mindset to contemplate it. After all, everything was over. Why not finish this final task and then completely retire with Qi Ba? This too could be considered a blessing.

They had never seen their boss so furious. Usually, La Gong maintained a calm and proud demeanor, but tonight was evidently different.

After eating, the two planned to go to the supermarket. Li Ci was driving, halfway there, when Lin’s mother called Lin Zhixia.

A heavy rain had fallen that morning but cleared within half an hour. Now, above the mountaintop ahead, a rainbow appeared, accompanied by the Frost Moon Spirit Steed spreading its dazzling wings in flight. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, like a fairyland.

Zhang Qiling’s eyes swept over the interior furnishings. Although the snow had damaged some parts, it was clear that someone had tampered with the place.

The giant ram-headed titan, like a towering mountain, slowly stretched out its colossal hands, lifting the massive stone sword still embedded in its forehead.

When sensing the aura emanating from Long Xinglin, aside from the newborn unable to precisely grasp it, the veterans and mentors all clearly felt that the aura now radiating from Long Xinglin’s body had far surpassed the Xuan Emperor realm. It was now the Xuan Sect realm, a second-level Xuan Sect realm.