Volume 1, Chapter 69: The Storm Subsides and the System Upgrades

That goes without saying; one could easily tell from the expressions of the many executives in the meeting room that the melody was bound to be exceptional.

Qin Zhaozhao was fast asleep and could not hear Lin Zhiyuan pouring out the emotions he had suppressed for many years right beside her.

Qiao Zhimo's uncle was the head of artist management at Yihan Film and Television. Backed by the wealthy and prestigious Yihan Group, the company never lacked connections or resources, having catapulted countless stars to fame.

That's right. She hadn't told Shen Sichen that she was coming to the hospital; how did he know she was here, and how did he manage to find her with such precision?

Seeing Qin Zhaozhao's calm expression, with not the slightest intention of answering her mother, Mu Yan shot Qin Zhaozhao a fierce glare.

Tomorrow, Zhao Xuanlang was going to invite the person over, but persuading them to help would likely be no easy task, especially since Zhao Xuanlang had offended them quite a bit in the past.

At these words, the others took the cue to withdraw their gazes, gradually picking up their chopsticks as the murmur of conversation resumed.

Although Qiao Zhimo was professionally trained, she lacked experience and still fell somewhat short when matched against Jiang Yufeng. After filming two scenes, the director called cut.

"Why did you bring so many eggs again? Chun'er, it's not right to always take things from people for free," Madam Gao frowned, anxiously preparing to return the eggs to Madam Liu.

Yet he could tell that Qin Zhaozhao meant what she said. As Mu Tingzhou's capable assistant, his sole loyalty lay in serving President Mu and the Mu Group's best interests.

Cao Yushen looked at it and felt an instant headache; this was far more troublesome than the current ten Heavenly Stems and twelve Earthly Branches. First of all, there were simply too many characters to memorize! Besides, upon closer inspection, none of these were commonly used characters.

After Rikka finished tidying up, Zhuang Yan took her for a stroll through the night toward Kiyoshiro Shimizu's house.

Hearing this, Rikka could not help looking discouraged. She had previously verified that the white crystal was not a diamond; apart from its crystal-clear appearance, it was entirely useless.

The situation was still unclear; she had merely tagged along with Young Master Qi, and how Young Master Qi and this Liao family stood with each other remained to be seen.

In her spare time, using this Elizabeth to pass the time seemed like a rather pleasant idea.

The most crucial thing was to keep Wan Wan's illness a secret, and Jiang Yunji locked her suspicions onto Ping Xuan.

Recently, Zhao Xuran had been torn by all sorts of conflicting thoughts. On one hand, this was an opportunity for his mother to fulfill her wish, but to him, it was undeniably a challenge.

Ye Zhi nodded. Picking a couple casually was fine, but if she wanted all the fruits, it would definitely cost money.

At the moment, he had no specific destination in mind. Seeing the black dog acting so carefree and leisurely, irritation rose within him, and he strode over, intending to have a proper chat with it.

Except for them, the hall was completely empty. Chu Linghan sat by the table sipping tea, while Leng Yi sat nearby and asked.

"If it really comes to blows, I might not necessarily be afraid of you." Now that my realm had broken up and I had the assistance of Mo Chen, even if this corpse-driver's methods were sinister, I did not believe I would be powerless in a fight.

Her red lips parted slightly, and a mournful, poignant melody flowed slowly from the flute, drifting away with the wind. In the silent night sky, it sounded exceptionally desolate, moving, and heart-straining.

"Shut your dog mouth and let go of your hand," a blaze of fury was already burning in my chest. You could run into such tyrannical and lawless scumbags anywhere; I was truly furious.

Though many celebrities present wished to curry favor with Deng Jiuling in hopes of opening up the East China market in the future,

I was woken up by hunger. After waking up, I stretched lazily and checked the time—goodness gracious, I had slept for so long.

Now that I had been bathed in dragon qi, my perception had greatly increased. Logically speaking, getting close to the burial mound should have allowed me to sense the aura within, but at this moment there was zero feedback, leaving me completely baffled. I closed my eyes and carefully sensed it several times, yet still discovered nothing.

"My Princess, I suspect the situation is not at all what you think it is," Mother Yang comforted.

Qin Wei let out a miserable scream as his face was kicked completely out of shape and reduced to a bloody pulp. Like a cannonball, he flew backward off the stage and heavily crashed into Liu Qiang below.

Such a regretful thought flashed across his mind, but he quickly wiped it away. Whatever his master did was brilliant, wise, and entirely correct.

As for whether his old man would suffer any losses in the past, Li Daoran had never even considered such a possibility.

The three major families of Northern Jiangsu seemed to have suddenly torn off their masks, plunging instantly into a life-and-death struggle as the world descended into chaos.

After listening for a while, Qin Feng suddenly found it strange. All the opinions raised by the ministers were mostly about post-disaster reconstruction and how to provide relief to the afflicted commoners so they could have enough food and clothing, yet there was little on how to prevent potential secondary disasters or stop villains from seizing the opportunity to commit crimes.

The common ground between these two realms was that their world levels were sufficiently high to accommodate the strongest practitioners at their peak strength, making it convenient for Li Daoran to return to his peak after his fall.

The Kunlun Sect had already failed to gain any advantage during the siege, and under the current circumstances with a traitor within the enemy's ranks, there was simply no room for retreat.

Once those troublesome rabble-rousers on Jiefang West Road figured out the stakes, they beat their chests and stamped their feet in deep regret. Early the next morning, a group of them showed up in front of the reopened project site to offer apologies, thoroughly enlightened and acting as obediently as dutiful grandsons.