Volume 1, Chapter 48: I Have a Way

The man's brow was already furrowed, his hand reaching into his suit trouser pocket for his phone, likely intending to let Manmou Lou listen to her initial impressions in order to diagnose the situation.

Upon returning to the inn, Zephyr accompanied her to the lobby, picking up a copy of yesterday's Binhai Daily and an Atlantic Times to read in their room.

One has to admit, this was an exceptionally skilled photographer. The moment she saw the photograph, Hua Zhen almost believed she was qualified to be an advertising model.

Hua Zhen neither agreed nor refused. Ah Fu helped her carry a bundle of items out of Chinatown amidst the bumpy ride, only feeling at ease once he watched Hua Zhen mount her bicycle.

Leaving aside the fact that Ye Moxing was a Cinderella raised in an orphanage and unrecognized by high society, even if she were the most pampered daughter of the Mo family, in the eyes of Kyoto's top-tier elite families, she might not even be worthy of a collateral branch of the Xiao family, let alone Xiao Yichen, the primary heir.

Perhaps she should take the time to ask him why he observed her while she was asleep, and then receive an answer like "I'm very curious about Chinese people" or "I'm writing a research report somewhat about observing Chinese people," after which all problems would be resolved.

After all, their fate was in the hands of the author, yet their destiny could only be grasped by their own hands. The only thing they could do was to strengthen themselves, through endless intensive study, in order to defeat the ultimate boss.

Which side was he getting himself involved with? If Zeng Gongli was related to him, shouldn't Boqian Xiao be busy preparing for marriage?

Qin Ming sighed, closed his eyes, and circulated the True Form Scripture of the Five Sacred Mountains, beginning to draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore his true essence.

Communicating with someone who was both stubborn, arrogant, and held differing views was indeed exhausting, Qin Jinwu thought with a trace of pity. Hearing such rhetoric, she was neither flustered nor annoyed; the moment the tutor dismissed them, she leisurely strolled out.

Wang Peng searched his mind for this Director Lin mentioned by Mo Fusheng, but truly could not recall him. Furthermore, he was no longer in Ningcheng, so on what grounds would Director Lin promote Mo Fusheng simply because of a meal?

After such a disastrous defeat where even their leader was slain, how did the Wights still have the courage to continue their march southward?

The North Gate Tower. Lined up there were Type 92 heavy machine guns with cocked bolts and Type 11 light machine guns.

"Sect Master, I have already inquired. That 'Cloud-Soaring Tower' is the place where disciples of various sects who have come to participate in the Heaven-Ascending Grand Trial are accommodated," Chang Yun said respectfully, truly won over by Cang Yuan.

Lu Xuehua knew that this was Zhang Hongmei's protective amulet, placed personally onto Liu Yumei's wrist as a wedding gift before the ceremony.

Sensing danger approaching from behind him, Guyu took a swift stride and spun around, raising his spiritual sword to block that heavily poisoned dagger.

This was not the Chu State; this was the Vast Mountains, and right behind them lay the Great Snow Mountains. Everyone had reached a dead end with nowhere left to retreat or escape to.

After finishing preparations, Li Nan shouldered his mountaineering backpack, slipped on a waterproof raincoat over it, put on waterproof boots scavenged from the neighborhood, gripped a crimson firefighter's axe in his hand, and tucked a screwdriver firmly into the back of his belt. This could be considered traveling light.

"Who would have thought that the four strongest sects of the Xuanwu Continent would all send people here? There must be something extremely important inside!" Beimang said.

Remembering just before setting off from Tianshui, Wang Peng recalled seeing those two male reporters who had claimed Ji Fangfei had another assignment she could not disclose. It turned out that her assignment was also aiding Tibet. Alongside Ji Fangfei to come to Ritu were five other cadres, who would respectively head to the Construction Bureau, Agriculture and Forestry Bureau, Public Security Bureau, Forest Fire Bureau, and Telecommunications Bureau to provide support.

When Wen Xin arrived at the hospital, she saw Elder Mu sitting dejectedly on a bench. What on earth had happened? Could something be wrong with Mu Beichen?

"I can't. I have no idea what is going to happen, how can I give you any guarantees? Just tell me straight, what is this all about? Is it concerning Gu Nian?" Wen Xin blurted out subconsciously.

Her gaze was cold and distant, yet increasingly resembled that of Si Zhan. The Empress did not dare meet her eyes directly, forcing a stiff smile instead.

On the drill grounds of Jinzhai in Liu'an, just over a thousand haggard men stood in loose formations. Each of them wore ragged clothes, hung their heads low, and looked thoroughly dust-covered, demoralized, and listless. An atmosphere of utter lifelessness slowly spread from among them.

Buoyed by the momentum generated by domestic media, the festive atmosphere across the country grew increasingly palpable. In the blink of an eye, August 8th had arrived—the day of the Olympic Games opening ceremony. However, Liancheng had no Olympic events taking place, so Xu Li could only act as a bystander, fully enjoying the joy brought by this international sporting event.

Murong Yu turned and left, saying to Yan Ningzhi as he passed her, "I will speak with the Empress Dowager; you do not need to come here to look after her." With those words, he strode away.

"I won't go!" Though money was nice to spend, what use was money if you lost your life? Gouzi had no desire to become a second Lao Liu, losing his life here so inexplicably.

The other party remained silent. With her veil hiding her face so thoroughly that only a pair of large eyes were visible, perhaps frightened by his actions, tears were welling up and spinning within those large eyes.

Its furry tail was completely unharmed, yet the little white ball's eyes brimmed with teardrops—trembling, shimmering tears that looked as though they could fall at any moment.

Upon the throne, a brilliant crimson light flashed, shielding Blood Ninety-Eight within and protecting him from the oppressive force. He let out a roar, opening his mouth to spew forth a bloody talisman that soared upward and merged into the temple, instantly causing the divine temple's defensive power to surge to a level comparable to a supreme acquired spiritual treasure.

"How could this be? Is achieving a breakthrough to the Saint rank truly fraught with such immense difficulty?" Hearing Dean Gail speak of his own strength, Li Yi could not help asking out of curiosity.

Qin Xiaosheng, who had been listening attentively all along, wore an expression of unusual calm, lost in deep thought, and remained silent for a long time.

"If we are to begin this matter, we may have to wait another month. Come to think of it, that should be enough time for Brother Liu to make preparations," Zheng Dian said, raising the wine cup in his hand.

Clearly, Li Yi, who had fallen into a misconception, still failed to realize that it was his own change in body weight, and his body was involuntarily and slowly drifting down toward the ground.