Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Frustrated Governor of Jingzhao

However, these grandmasters have countless disciples, and it is hard to guarantee that no powerful young experts will emerge to challenge Qin Fan.

Also in the North District, the Ji family, residing in the Lotus Garden villas, had entered a state of highest alert.

At the critical moment, Wang Mengqi retracted her hand in frustration, releasing the black briefcase, and watched helplessly as the motorcycle sped away.

"Understood." The Commander-in-Chief responded, and Deputy Commander Gu Xiao flew forward, pinning the bewildered Zhu Gang to the ground.

After downing a glass of wine, Qin Li watched Ling Zi still fumbling behind her back. He reached out, grabbed a bottle of white liquor, curled his thumb, popped the cap, and filled the glass.

No sooner had their doubts arisen than the wind, thunder, and fire merged with the Radiant Sacred Body, confirming their suspicions.

The Terran Empire was caught in a dilemma: on one side, the resurgent Zerg, and on the other, the Allied forces closing in. Similarly, the Allied forces faced a choice between the Zerg and the Empire.

In the past, when they accompanied Liu Qiang to the jade trade fair, they had never received any red envelopes. By comparison, Qin Fan was a much more generous boss.

On his way here just now, he had inadvertently caught sight of a dark figure flashing into the Xuan'er Bar.

"I will truly have to thank Boss Xiang properly when the time comes!" Li Yongle shifted his gaze away from the man and toward another group appearing at the harbor.

Er Gouzi spoke hurriedly, clearly having misunderstood the situation, thinking the master was hitting on a girl and didn't want him to mention Su Qian.

Yan Fei said in a deep voice. After speaking, he gently opened the door, closed it, and sat cross-legged right at the entrance. He glanced at the bespectacled girl, who was sitting angrily on a seat by the corridor, staring at the pitch-black night scene outside the window, before slowly closing his eyes.

After much hesitation and delaying for several days, until Consort Fan sent someone to invite her again, she changed her attire, traveled light, and arrived at the Prince of Donghai’s mansion.

"That's not right. Although you looked anxious at the time, you were enjoying it; the look in your eyes was different!" Zhang Xiaohu insisted.

"It's nothing, nothing. Young people, who doesn't have a bit of personality..." Gan Liang waved his hand and smiled, though in his heart, he had already sentenced this Meng Yu to death.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to leave you crippled for life," Mu Chen said indifferently.

Yang Yifeng smiled slightly, tucked the money crystals into his storage bag, and released the now-depowered Yang Qing and Yang Yi. Amidst their desperate and terrified pleas for mercy, he followed the same procedure, forcibly searching their souls.

Shentu Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned her face toward him and said, "Wait a little longer, it won't be too long... Once the situation in Luoyang stabilizes, we will leave immediately, far away from here... It is terrible here, but I cannot escape unscathed..." As he spoke, he himself began to lose confidence.

Then the sallow-faced man hurriedly led his subordinates to meet them, coaxing the extremely furious hardcore fans to keep them from acting recklessly.

"Sacred-Extinguishing Needle!" Mu Chen shouted, the golden needle in his hand striking at the shadow in the blink of an eye, moving with terrifying speed and immense power.

A moment later, the spatial rift, having dragged everything swallowable in its vicinity into itself, slowly closed. The sky grew calm once more, everything seemingly smoothed over and erased by the great power of nature, with only the deep ravine below bearing witness to that unbelievable sword strike.

He had chosen Zhou Yuanyuan after careful consideration... Zhou Yuanyuan was strong-willed, decisive, and valued her promises; she would not go back on her word.

Wu Yue muttered this to himself and was just about to order the QS squad to clean up the battlefield when a dark figure suddenly darted out from under the bridge and landed before him. Looking closely, with his white hair, light gray coat, and stubbly chin... who else could it be but Uta?

Seeing that it was still early and not wanting to go to the Huang family for dinner, Zhang Jialiang thought that Tan Bingbing should be in the capital and tried calling her. Tan Bingbing was indeed in the capital; upon receiving Zhang Jialiang's call, she was overjoyed and canceled her evening engagements to rush home.

Of course, at this moment, she automatically ignored the fact that he had been unwilling to marry her from the very beginning.

Her initial excitement suddenly plummeted. Based on her medical knowledge, she could judge... perhaps Chen Yaozhong's fluctuation just now was merely a normal physical reaction, not a sign of waking up.

Opening the door, Luo Yiling was sitting on the sofa as usual, waiting for him to return. Judging by her expression, she was likely displeased; after all, he had returned far too late.

Seeing that he wouldn't say more, Ye Jingheng did not press him. "Are you... coming in?" Because of the incident with Han Jiao, everyone in the Ye family harbored resentment toward Feng Xihua. Ye Jingheng was no exception, but he understood that at this moment, Feng Xihua might be the key.

Yet, after looking for a long time... there was only a faint smile on Chen Yaozhong's face, his eyes filled with doting and comfort; nothing else could be discerned.

"So you mean this plan has failed?" Feng Shang was somewhat reluctant to accept it, and Yimuke could only nod.

The surrounding cultivators seemed rather nervous, pouring in their power while staring fixedly at the pill furnace. Several early-stage Pill Formation cultivators were already struggling, their faces pale, but fearing to stop, they could only pull out pills and shove them into their mouths.