Episode 8 Broadcast (Part 2)

Although both stand at the pinnacle of the martial world, the reputation of the Cornucopia simply cannot compare to that of Soaring Sword.

The smile on Li Ming's face vanished in an instant, and his previously amiable gaze turned icy cold, sending a shiver straight down Zhao Tong's spine. Standing there at a complete loss, Zhao Tong did not dare to utter a single sound.

For a bride to weep upon crossing the threshold is hardly an auspicious sign; who could possibly welcome such a thing? Yet, having arrived in high spirits, the bride would surely not weep unless something truly outrageous had occurred. She must have suffered a grievous wrong—and an extraordinary one at that! The members of the Cai family who had accompanied the bridal procession began to whisper among themselves.

The coaches and participating contestants from various municipal delegations were dining in the main hall, while the team leaders and the directors of the municipal education commissions had been invited into the private dining rooms. Each delegation consisted of twelve students and eight teachers, making precisely two tables. With the leaders gone, the teachers and students were relieved of any sense of restraint.

Feng Xiaoxiao remained silent. He had originally wondered if they were taking him back to the Flying Dragon Manor, only to find themselves in such a wretched ghost of a place—a scene all too common in countless games.

Tenggel felt slightly relieved, waved his hand, and the carriage moved forward once more. While he racked his brain in silent agony trying to figure out what to do, little did he know that his younger sister, the assassin, was not the least bit frightened.

"You are human?" The robot actually retained speech functionality, and the astonishment in that question indicated a certain level of intelligence.

Within a realm of crystal frost, a colossal silver-white tree floated amidst layers of dazzling and brilliant light, its roots clearly visible. Although far away, by visual estimation it stood at least tens of thousands of meters tall, its canopy connecting with tiers of crystal frost and shimmering with a fantastical array of prismatic lights.

"Ah, that's right, the film company needs a manager, doesn't it?" As soon as Zuo Hong finished speaking, he suddenly thought of Li Lili, who was signed with Early Harvest Film Company, and couldn't help asking about her. When he first arrived in Hong Kong, he had intended to find time to meet with her, but had never managed to spare the moment. Bailu bringing up this matter instantly brought Li Lili to his mind.

Gong Yuanke struggled to lift his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at her without uttering a single word.

"I just don't want him to throw his life away." Faced with Lin Ke's overwhelming aura, Zheng Long's bluster completely evaporated.

The doctor smiled, and I noticed he actually had two dimples. His smile was radiant, making him a remarkably endearing young man.

After all, airplanes taking off and landing here posed a great deal of danger. Without proper coordination at a time like this, it would spell utterly catastrophic trouble.

I wanted to smash that object to pieces, yet I feared making too loud a noise and drawing the innkeeper over to question me, so I had to endure it, hugging my quilt and leaning against the side to snatch some reluctant sleep.

The various bottles and jars Yanyan had prepared for me earlier had yet to serve their purpose, and she was certainly not going to let the matter rest.

Qi Ruiye helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth. It seemed, just as Han Jinyu had said, their son held grudges.

In an instant, the smiles on Su Jinli and Baili Shihai's faces froze, and both furrowed their brows in unison.

Having personally experienced the fury of media attacks, she knew better than anyone what kind of fallout would ensue if this matter spread online.

Turning into a spot where she could no longer see me, I finally wiped my eyes. There was nothing to cry about; the winter air was so bitter that freezing one's face was no laughing matter. I still had to take good care of myself.

Cousin Chu blew a puff of smoke toward Liu Dong. Despite performing such a frivolous action, she looked like a flower blooming beneath the night sky, intoxicatingly and hauntingly beautiful.

Her clear and moving face wore only light makeup; stripped of artificial embellishments, it radiated a subtle allure. With arched willow eyebrows and luminous eyes flickering with faint brilliance, her refined and ethereal elegance could scarcely conceal an undertone of thousandfold charm.

An Ran was frozen with sheer terror. After a momentary blankness, she hurriedly rushed to follow Lin Zifei and Ning Yuanjiang, cold sweat soaking through her newly changed clothes while her heart hammered wildly like a thunderbolt.

"Good my foot, the smell is so strong! I have no idea how you can even swallow that." Tang Doudou went to the kitchen to rinse her mouth, then honestly went back to eating her leafy green grilled fish.

As she spoke, platinum-flaming wings slowly unfurled behind her. The moment her final syllable faded, those incandescent wings gave a slight beat, shooting straight up into the firmament like a beam of white light.

"Many thanks." Yue Qingcheng smiled faintly at Bai Ning, stowing the two divine artifacts away into her storage ring. Ignoring the other's grinding teeth and look of deep resentment, she turned and strode away.

"Grandmother, this is the very important friend Arthur and I mentioned earlier," Yue Qingcheng said with a smile.

Her chilling voice flowed into everyone's hearts like a spring of ice. That bone-chilling coldness abruptly awakened the three members of Myriad Beasts City from their lingering doubts.

Yet the greatest utility of the Glazed Pavilion went far beyond that; it served as a repository for a vast collection of intelligence. Because of the pavilion's exceptional soundproofing, many people favored it as a place to discuss confidential matters. This was precisely why the Qilin Guards, despite their prolonged and exhaustive investigations, had ultimately managed to uncover everything.

Throughout his life, there was nothing he considered an absolute must-have. Even the imperial throne was merely a game he played with his limited days; whether he attained it or not, he never truly took it to heart.

People might toil away in bitter struggle for a decade without gaining even a single promotion in rank, yet with such a golden opportunity now laid out before them, what more were they waiting for?

Yet little did he know that Shui Mei cared deeply. However, before Shui Mei could make a move, Douya had already gracefully pulled Lan Yingjiao away from Rong Mofeng.

Perhaps Yingying simply felt too lonely and desolate, and wished to use her cries to attract the attention of the adults?