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In other words, a hundred years from now, Muse Se will die like any human, yet unlike humans, she will not be reborn... There will be no next life for her.

After Mo Li left, Mu Feng did not sit down to eat. Instead, he stepped out of the room. This mansion was restored to look exactly as Yelü’s royal residence had been a thousand years ago. Though it sprawled over a vast area, Mu Feng was perfectly familiar with its layout and quickly found the main entrance.

His father had sacrificed so much for him throughout his life, hoping only that he would make a name for himself, but never imagining his son would end up trapped in such dire straits. His father worried for him his whole life; how could Mu Feng bear to let his elderly father be gossiped about because of his son, to have people point fingers and ruin his reputation built over half a lifetime?

Hao Meng cast her a vicious glare, as if he wanted to devour her whole... Yet in the end, he did nothing, storming off in a fit of rage. Yu Xie watched his distant, retreating figure and felt his posture looked somewhat peculiar.

Zhao Shanggong still held her head high with an expression of unwavering resolve. Lady Xi, seeing the clear and swelling slap mark on her face, trembled slightly and kept calling out, “Noble Consort, sister, sister.”

The crowd fell silent at once, knowing full well the enemy would not truly try to kill Mu Feng, holder of the Xuanyuan Sword, for fear that the sword was at stake. But as for Lü Lan, her fate meant nothing to them. If they refused to release her, the enemy might indeed be driven to desperation and commit murder.

Liu Tingting hugged Liu Rongrong, Liu Yunyun embraced Liu Zhenhan, and the sisters sat together on the warm kang bed, laughing and chatting for a while.

Mu Feng felt uneasy under the scorching, debt-collecting gaze of Master Sanqing. Knowing he was at fault, he dared not speak and could only force a smile, trying to appease him.

Then, to their astonishment, what they imagined in their hearts was vastly different from what their eyes now saw—a majestic, sacred figure stood before them, blocking their way.

Zhang Jialiang asked Huang Lu about the situation of the Huang family in the capital. Oddly, the capital’s Huang family had made no move regarding these matters, and even Huang Jiayang was rarely seen.

When Westbrook missed shot after shot in the final minute, and Yiyang delivered two deadly jump shots, everything was over.

In each hand, he held four or five “firecrackers.” Ni Dahai used his lighter to ignite the fuses. With a hiss, the fireworks shot out.

Yet Terry still did not join in. He stood quietly aside, gazing at the trophy, applauding softly.

Jiang Dong glanced back—the door they’d entered through had vanished, replaced by the same void space. Behind them, two more squads of Black and White Guardians appeared, each escorting a slightly overweight middle-aged man and a gaunt, skeletal elder.

Upon entering the Youyou Group’s studio, Zhao Xinglu sneered, as if mocking someone.

On the highway, a water sphere as huge as an apartment building moved forward, water from the surroundings surging in and enlarging the sphere, even drawing the river nearby toward it.

Outside the Oting Villa, the lights were bright enough for Youyou to clearly see the mist in Tom’s eyes, about to burst into tears.

She could not recall where she’d found the ingredients for this potion in her previous life. Realizing her memory had faded, she felt restless.

In yet another assault by Only Fish, the Stone Demon Boss finally unleashed its stone-throwing skill.

But they overlooked Yang Fan’s most precious trait—his unwavering commitment to promises.

The massive round shield lasted only a short while before a faint cracking sound echoed from within.

Lin Xia had only met Director Chen once, so she answered vaguely, not knowing his full name.

Across the desert sky, the fierce battle between Duan Feng and Chen Zhixuan erupted with unparalleled, terrifying sounds.

Chu Qingcheng’s cheeks flushed as she rubbed her hands, suddenly blurting out a bold, heroic remark.

And from the moment they entered, this grandfather and grandson joked around, neither introducing themselves nor acknowledging the guests—what a way to treat visitors! Clearly, birds of a feather flock together; these two were definitely family.

Wang Min was puzzled. Two opera singers committed suicide? Has our cultural heritage fallen so far that it drives people to their deaths?

“Nihon’s Mount Fuji—there’s definitely Sky Void Stones here, maybe more than one,” Zhou Cheng said confidently.

For those from the top-tier factions, who had seen or benefitted from guidance by Three-Transformation elders, this was nothing short of irresistible despair.

After Wang Quan left, Tang Tai paced anxiously around the room, finally tossing his sleeve and heading off to find the Master.

After today, Yongxu Cloud Realm will swiftly decline. If it cannot survive this crisis, it will perish, fading into the dust of history.

Meanwhile, Drew’s visit to Nanluo City was not just to investigate the truth. In fact, Drew needed his fury unleashed; Lucifer sent him there to kill.