Sea Area 70

"I do not believe your promises. Your assurances are like the coral in Silver Snow Lake—fragile and untested, shattered by a single wave," Yan Yuchao lowered his head and, after a long deliberation, quietly refused.

Ji Xiyan hurried over, seeing his face as pale as paper, his gaze tinged with both anger and regret, mixed with other emotions too complex to untangle.

There was no rush; when the time was right, she could act herself. For now, with someone willing to do the work for her, she was content to bide her time and cultivate in peace.

Yet she could not help but notice that the girl called Xiaoxiao kept serving Mrs. Jin more dishes, chatting merrily with her, and never forgot to call out to Guangyan—her "Brother Guangyan"—with every opportunity. Even though Jin Guangyan wore a cold expression, he could only respond as expected. This sight made Mu Feng chuckle to herself.

"Naturally, it has nothing to do with me. But it seems to concern your good friend Yan Xiaoxiao," Cheng Nuan replied in a lazy tone.

"What’s the matter?" Zhang Yong asked, not realizing Su Yi kept glancing in Zhou Wutian’s direction.

"No, Seventh Brother is my sky," Qing Rang blurted out instinctively. Realizing what she had said, she lowered her head. The moonlight could not reveal her shyness, but it was enough to dispel all of Hua Shuo’s unhappiness. In her heart, it had always been him who sheltered her.

She was already speculating about who Chen Lin really was. Could he be the crown prince of some major domestic jewelry conglomerate? A rich heir?

Jin Guangyan met his mother again the following morning. He was slightly surprised, for since the company had moved back, she had never once stepped into its doors. Now, his mother's expression was calm as she surveyed his office with composure.

The young women in the company were all lost in that enchanting melody, drifting into their own daydreams.

Having dispatched many of his subordinates, Dragulas did not remain idle. He disguised himself and mingled in the marketplace, posing as a merchant and inquiring in all directions.

When they arrived, they were oddly silent for a long time. Puni had little inclination to speak, Di Ting seemed to want to say something but held back, and Candle Nine Shadows simply stared at me in disbelief.

The nine-tailed fox was already doubled over with laughter, bending forward and letting out peals of amusement. I didn’t understand—here I was, on the brink of death, and she was laughing so heartily. Didn’t she love me? Had she been deceiving me all along?

These two had the advantage of a lifelong friendship and countless experiences fighting side by side; each knew the other’s strengths. Together, they were an unstoppable force.

Moments ago, perhaps with eyes closed or simply unaware, they had not noticed. Now, walking alone through the forest, unable to distinguish the path ahead, they realized they were lost. They found a spot by a sturdy tree and a rock to rest, sitting close together.

Chen Fei was long accustomed to her way of reminding or reporting things; perhaps it was the only way she could relax a little.

Indeed, they looked very much like humans, except their eyes were lifeless gray. Other than that, their skin and their movements were nearly indistinguishable from people. I could hardly fathom to what extent the zombies had evolved—they were actually repairing the ruined cities of the World Alliance.

Crack! Crack! Two sharp cracks of whips and a scream at last roused the guards. Under Felix’s supervision, they began their training in an orderly fashion.

The Church represented light and justice; their power existed for the sole purpose of eradicating evil. They acted on the Emperor’s will, doing good and destroying wickedness among mortals. They were the Emperor’s emissaries in the world. The Church’s followers spanned the globe, numbering in the hundreds of millions—an inviolable, powerful institution.

Jin Shan snorted. "With your meager skills, what do you expect to accomplish? You’d be like a meat bun thrown to a dog—gone without a trace." Despite her words, she gently supported Gong Ren and led him to the back wall of the Xi family estate.

As the saying goes, “A flurry of wild punches can defeat even a master!” Under relentless pursuit and attack, Luo Tianyang was soon entangled again, defending himself in a panic and barely escaping disaster.

After all, exile to the Sacred Domain battlefield was a duty that must be fulfilled, and many in the sect were watching closely.

"Used some herbs, but he’s still unconscious. Whether he survives is yet unknown," Ye Feng said while eating.

Hearing someone call out, Shi Lei and Li Guodong both turned around. When they recognized the newcomer, Shi Lei’s face turned cold, and Li Guodong’s wasn’t much better.

The moment the door opened, a chill swept in. Zhuang Hao let out a sigh of comfort, while Zhang Ping pushed his glasses up and looked around. The room itself was acceptable, but the environment left Zhang Ping ill at ease.

So it was that they navigated inspections until dawn, at last passing through and leaving the jurisdiction of the Wuhan garrison.

"I—I’m not afraid of you," said Liang Dong, his voice stiff even as he shrank back toward the doorway, fear in his heart.

My little scare was enough for Zhao Baobei to purse his lips tightly, his almond-shaped eyes glaring at me.

Fortunately, Ivan Vanko was not entirely without sense. His grumbling about the mysterious organization's leader, “the General,” was merely a means of venting his frustration; he dared not truly defy the General’s orders.

"I came to find him—for his sake!" Lin Qi declared his purpose. "To find him? For him?" Bob asked coolly, first pointing at Zhang Jiaming, then glancing up at the giant's face, lost in grief for his father.

Shentu Ba’s strength was already beyond the Martial Sovereign realm, despite holding its rank. And Jiang Xing, second only to Shentu Ba, could hardly be considered weak.

The former required endless effort to deceive and manipulate, but Zhang Jiaming much preferred the latter; strength was the best proof and needed no further argument.

A heavy thud sounded as Lin Hao was thrown to the ground. He scrambled to his feet, discovering he was now in a clearing far from where he had been, surrounded by sparse woods.

"You certainly think ahead," Tong Guaiguai scoffed. So this villain had planned to devour her from the very beginning. Tong Guaiguai felt utterly miserable—did he see her as nothing more than a delicious dessert?