"Be a good boy and endure it."

"I don't care if it's a rotten peach blossom or a good one; I'm not having lunch with you." Su Wei hung up before the other could respond.

With a loud "waa," Xia Xueyan burst into tears. She stomped her feet and turned, walking into the inner room. I was baffled, wondering to myself: Did I offend her? Why else would she be in such a temper?

They knew full well what would happen if they were captured, and they would never allow themselves to be taken alive. Decisively, they raised their own blades—daggers originally intended for their targets, now utilized with equal efficiency for their own suicides.

Although she studied design, she had not yet reached a professional level. Her mentor was away at Paris Fashion Week and had no time to create a custom piece for her, so she had to buy a gown for the wedding off the rack.

After she left, a man dressed in a dark, navy-blue satin round-collared robe embroidered with flowers and edged with black trim emerged from behind the screen in the Empress's palace.

They were hiding in an open space below the mountain peak. Most were sitting, while some were busy bandaging their wounds.

The next day at noon, just as Gu Sheng had finished a hearty meal and was thinking of finding Jennifer to discuss life and ideals, Alexandra arrived, accompanied by Sylvia, whom he had met once before.

The man surnamed Bai was startled, then his face filled with joy. Seeing that the incense had about two quarter-hours left to burn, he followed Qin Guanjiu out with peace of mind.

Even so, one could tell at a glance just how magnificent this altar and its statues must have once been. Qi Yueyao could not help but close her eyes and release her aura. The already quiet mountain forest grew even stiller, save for the faint sound of the wind and the rustle of leaves as it brushed through the trees.

Ignoring the two behind her, Qi Yueyao left the great tree in one breath and landed on a branch on the perimeter, gazing into the distance.

Her voice was sharp, accompanied by shallow gasps, as if she were emotionally agitated. Peng Yizhen could not help but fall silent to listen.

The journey was smooth until they reached the snowfields. The snow spirits had followed Xue Feili, who had released the Netherwater Pavilion and beckoned Liuyan and Xueyu to enter.

"No!" Gu Hai's eyes turned red; he clenched his fists and shouted the word without hesitation.

He could tolerate Baili Aofeng framing him time and again, but he could not bear his admiration for Han Ning.

"Brother..." Feeling a warmth in her heart, Huo Tong hugged someone voluntarily for the first time. She silently vowed that no matter what this world was like, she would never let anyone hurt this boy who had brought her such warmth for the first time.

Although they were less than fifty yards from the Void Gate, for experts of their level, even half an inch could result in a fatal error.

After a long while, the two left again, but to their surprise, they did not ascend any higher. Tian Min said, "Perhaps we should ask Uncle; I believe he would know why." Wang Yifeng agreed, so they flew toward where Wang Chen was staying.

On the opposite bank, Yulin frowned as he watched Ying Ke's back disappear into the night, helpless. They were unfamiliar with this area and did not know where to find a bridge to cross the river, so they had to return to camp to report to Wang Qi.

These people gathered, firstly to get to know the newcomers, and secondly to exchange information. With two prestigious and highly cultivated cultivators present, everyone felt more at ease.

"Just as you expected, Zijun. Those two juniors are not from the Jixing Trading Firm; they are just frequent visitors. I heard they bought a large batch of goods here, so they come often to inspect them. No one suspected anything unusual."

Zhang Yan's combat suit provided some protection. She could have leveraged its advantages to get close to Wu Xia and kill her, but to protect Yan Zhuo, Zhang Yan chose not to engage Wu Xia head-on.

Just as Zhang Yan hesitated, momentarily distracted, the window beside her was pulled open.

As time passed, although the body had been soaked and rotted by the river water, the wrists remained. Su Yang placed the peace bracelet on her wrist, tied it securely with a rope, and then pulled out his peach wood sword before surfacing.

Ling Zhouyue flashed into view by the seaside, her crimson attire creating a striking contrast against the white sand and white waves.

Xu Xian's black suit suddenly transformed into a bright red groom's robe, and Bai Suzhen's lace-sleeved, high-collared, floor-length wedding gown turned into a high-quality, layered Hanfu with long sleeves. Both outfits were embroidered with the character for "Double Happiness," the fabric grand and noble.

Fahai felt as though his thoughts had reached a new sublimation, causing his current cultivation level to feel on the verge of a breakthrough.

Real Person Yinyue took a yellowed talisman paper from his robe, which was densely covered in elegant, delicate handwriting.

"Yes, Master. I will certainly study the Daoist arts diligently so that I may have the skills to honor you," Su Yang replied, bowing his head to Uncle Nine, who stood above him.