Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Reason for Princess Spirit-Garment's Departure from the Capital

"You flatter me. This old man leaves seclusion quite casually, much like the time Princess Lingyi left the capital, when I came out of seclusion just once!" Master Chen mentioned the past.

Recalling many memories, Li Lingyi poured Master Chen a cup of tea before sitting down.

Huali Huang's black spiritual power instantly expanded into a barrier, attempting to block the attack of the corpse whispers, but it was useless. Hualing Luo's body acted like a magnet, absorbing all the corpse whispers right in.

If it were in the past, given how she had just snapped back at him, he would always have found a way to make her submit.

The aristocratic families and sects of Shangzhou knew they lacked the fortune to form an alliance with the Ling family, so they banded together amongst themselves.

Even when such a major event occurred at the company, she only learned of it through external news broadcasts—broadcasts that had already aired countless times.

Without any hesitation, Su Guo directed Hu Jun to bring in another large tray of food. Although some of the delicious dishes from the morning were gone, he didn't mind having meat buns, vegetable buns, scallion pancakes, and egg pancakes instead.

With Ye Yaoyao trying her absolute hardest not to cooperate, He Zhuohan finally halted his movements, pulled back slightly from her lips, and lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers.

Conducting oneself within the palace carried a set survival rulebook for everyone. To Noble Consort Jin, the Imperial Noble Consort's unconcealed hostility was merely human nature and entirely understandable. Having long suffered under Noble Consort Jin's suppression and finally able to hold her head high, it was only natural that the Imperial Noble Consort wanted to vent a little.

The Master of the Dark Hall died such a miserable death. While all his subordinates stood frozen in shock, Feng'er pulled the transparent spider silk in her hand, causing the diamond blade to sever all their heads.

"I'm not scared at all. I actually want to test my Qi Refining late-stage abilities, and besides, don't we have Huo'er, a great expert at the Qi Control realm?" Su Qing curled her lip dismissively, a hint of nonchalance in her eyes.

This gave her a very gentle and benevolent appearance. Many children loved to visit her home, and she was never stingy with her candies. Whenever that time came, the sweets, melon seeds, and biscuits she bought would all be given away.

"Mom, why are you asking about these things?" Lou Yucheng looked at his mother with some displeasure, seemingly hoping she wouldn't continue.

Duan Muyan recounted the origin of this star, but Gu Pan seemed utterly dazzled by those eyes. She could not process a single word he was saying; her eyes and heart were entirely filled with his profile.

As their king, he ought to conform to such a temperament among them. Demons were difficult to control, and waging war was merely a means to command them better.

Another day passed, and the four of them arrived at the foot of a cliff. The cliff soared a thousand feet high, its surface as smooth as a mirror. A hawk circled in the sky, occasionally letting out piercing cries toward the cliff face.

As for the third realm, Incursion and Probe, it allowed one to project divine sense into another person's body or launch attacks using divine sense.

Though Jinluo suspected Jinhuan, she still lacked concrete evidence and could not speak recklessly. Furthermore, this concerned her maternal family; once investigated, even if she cleared her own suspicion, she remained the origin of the matter. How could she know if the Prince's estate—particularly Lady Mi—would not blame her? She feared ending up with the reputation of a femme fatale.

Yan Yeqing cast his gaze back onto the newspaper. Xie Wanying's affairs were Lou Yucheng's affairs, and Lou Yucheng's affairs were his.

With the blade in hand, although Yang Jiong possessed only the cultivation of the Nascent Soul stage, he exuded an aura of haughty defiance toward the heavens and an unmatched supremacy.

Qi Anluo hurriedly said it was unnecessary and pulled open the car door to get inside. Unbeknownst to her who had notified him, Ning Jianyuan was actually waiting for her in the parking lot upon her return.

Born into a family destined never to live in obscurity, she was no stranger to the media, and she genuinely cared little for the dissolute and venomous labels others pinned on her.