Secret Discussion in the Study

Inside the Imperial Study, the candle flames flickered, casting light upon Emperor Jing's deeply furrowed brow.

On the desk lay the memorial from Cao Xiong of the Northern Pass, resting quietly, yet its contents seemed to carry the weight of a thousand mountains.

The memorial stated that for days, the Turks had launched successive small-scale harassment raids. Although these had not caused heavy casualties, they left the garrison at the Northern Pass exhausted and constantly on edge. They dared not lower their guard for even a moment, for no one could predict when the Turks might suddenly escalate these minor skirmishes into a full-scale assault.

Suspended in mid-air, Wang Zha overcame his initial panic and steadied himself, calmly pulling the ripcord of his parachute. The cliff was extremely high, and his descent instantly slowed, though the fierce wind made it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.

In the distance, he spotted Meng Wuxie's imported Volkswagen CC standard coupe, which was just about to drive into the large parking lot of King Qian Square.

To Ye Feng, the third breath felt agonizingly slow, as if time itself had been diluted a countless number of times in that fleeting moment.

Why would a dog be barking? Maozi was perplexed before his consciousness plunged into an abyss of darkness, rendering him incapable of feeling anything thereafter.

Yet at this very moment, an invisible force descended from the heavens, as if a giant hand had reached down and slammed him directly into the ground.

Dean Zheng glared fiercely at Chen Zhen. If looks could kill, Chen Zhen would have already been hacked into countless pieces. Dean Zheng's murderous intent toward Chen Zhen was exceptionally strong; had it not been for Chen Zhen, how would he have fallen into the trap? He attributed all of this entirely to Chen Zhen's orchestration.

Wang Zha did not actually have a smoking habit, but at this moment, he could not resist pulling out a celestial cigarette, puffing out clouds of smoke.

Chen Shidao was consumed by rage. He lifted his chin, closed his eyes to gather his composure, and pretended not to hear, completely ignoring the disdainful looks from those around him.

Following that, an extraordinarily complex expression appeared on Xiao Ru's face, one that soon transformed into a joy that could no longer be contained.

Given his level of cultivation, he was entirely capable of flying straight across, but the distance was considerable. Doing so would likely consume an excessive amount of true essence, which was not an outcome he desired.

When Zou Shouzhang learned the news that the Heng Battalion had fish to eat and fish to sell, he was skeptical at first, and even sent someone to secretly investigate the battalion. Upon receiving definite confirmation from his spies, Zou Shouzhang's mind began to churn with new schemes.

The retreating fist print suddenly erupted with a piercing sword Qi, brilliant and dazzling like a rainbow across the sky, attempting to pierce directly between his eyebrows.

Beneath her long eyelashes, those moist, dark eyes carried a hint of sorrow and anguish, while her fair skin bore a flush brought on by alcohol, making her look both alluring and beautiful.

Unable to lie still any longer, he got up and walked out of the pavilion, only to suddenly discover a remarkably handsome bay horse pacing anxiously around the garden wall. Finding it strangely familiar, he could not help but walk closer to the wall to inspect it.

His slender eyes narrowed tightly. Just as he was about to let go, a steamship horn suddenly resounded across the sea, its tremendous blast sweeping in from the ocean.

A week later, Zilong unexpectedly returned to Longyun Corporation to work as if nothing had happened at all.

After taking a bath, she lay comfortably in bed and picked up her mobile phone to make a call to Song Shi.

Having stayed outside for several days, her coursework had fallen behind by just as many. Yu Danggui suddenly felt a sense of urgency; she wanted to graduate before turning twenty. If she managed that, would she have more time in the future to spend with Gu Shiyi?

Word spread that a young man, tattered in clothing and stained with blood, had walked out from the untamed realms beyond the domain. Across his right shoulder, he carried a staff of dark gold, measuring over a zhang in length.

Witnessing this scene, Yuan Muping and the other two were thoroughly startled. Remembering that their master was a free-spirited person who did as she pleased, it was difficult to anticipate her actions. Moreover, these water tornadoes possessed terrifying power, and with their current strength, defending against them would likely prove exceedingly difficult.

"I understand." Xia Haoyu had never allowed me to go see Weiliang precisely because he worried she might harm me. In truth, deep down in my heart, I knew that beneath it all, Weiliang's inner self remained the kind-hearted person she had always been.