Volume 1, Chapter 60: At the Negotiating Table

Big Bear's news did not keep him waiting for long.

As evening approached, the park's loudspeaker suddenly crackled to life. Accompanied by a harsh static hiss, a low voice echoed across the entire grounds:

"Jing Wudao, you shall die a horrible death... Atishoo!" Dong Kelan sneezed right onto Jing Wudao's face, causing Jing Wudao to recoil in disgust.

However, once this project was completed, it would undoubtedly benefit the countless common people of the Yanzhou region and protect Yanzhou from the ravages of floods.

Tch, all mood for hanging out with friends was gone now. Yu Kaizhi thought to himself, but since he had already promised his friends, he couldn't stand them up. With his long legs, he headed toward the elevator.

The old woman's face was composed of flesh and soft tissue with almost no elasticity, made up of skin dyed a purple-brown by wind and frost, and angular, sharp bones.

This could be considered the first imperial court assembly, and its agenda naturally involved bestowing rewards upon Cao Cao and his followers—promotions in rank and elevations in nobility were inevitable.

Fang Xu hesitated for a moment. To be honest, the outside of the village was so dark; no matter how bold a five- or six-year-old child might be, he wouldn't dare to venture out alone so easily.

Seeing the Fifth Elder pounce forward, the Third Elder immediately retreated, only to find his path blocked by the Sixth Elder.

Li Yue sneered. In his past life, when Tang Chao had first entered the Netherworld Prince's Mansion, he could barely be considered a martial arts grandmaster.

Then, four majestic figures shrouded in black garments appeared in the sky, forming a encirclement that trapped everyone in the camp.

Yet Guo Haoran had not expected that while he could capture the White Eagle's skills, what about this Ghost-Faced Ape?

"Could it be a past dream revisited?" He was startled inwardly, exchanged a glance, and led the crowd to investigate the spot where the figure had appeared earlier.

"Long time no see, Daoist Shangfeng." The newcomer was actually an old man dressed in ancient attire. Upon seeing the old Daoist Shangfeng, he addressed him directly.

As the sky grew darker, that house appeared pitch black in the dim light, without even a flicker of light.

Perhaps only by surpassing the Saint realm and attaining the higher levels of the Primordial realm or even the Mastery realm could one possess the qualification to converse with that supreme powerhouse.

Given the Sword Demon's own realm and status, how could he possibly know that the old Daoist Shangfeng was one of the Seven Fruits, a member of the legendary top-tier forces within this chaos?

Zeng Ze took the first shot, charging into the interior for a layup. Whether it was because he had been staying up too late doing problem sets at night or something else, he actually missed the completely undefended open shot.

A cold sweat broke out as Qian Cheng felt his back instantly soak through, a bone-chilling cold piercing straight down to his tailbone.

His sword-like eyebrows slanted up into his temples, and although his hazy eyes were filled with a gentle sleepiness, they strangely gave off an aura of overwhelming righteousness.

The two of them had gone into seclusion, and Elan had fully taken over the security and defense of Yue Nonghen's territory. He had just stepped out of the "Ink-Wash Rivers and Mountains" when he saw Jay pacing back and forth with an anxious expression on his face, while Shawn the assassin lay idly on the ground nearby, chewing on an unknown twig.

Xia Feng looked at the Yellow Turban army's formation and decided to take the initiative to attack. He ordered Xiahou Lan and Deputy Brigade Commander Liao Qing to lead seven hundred cavalrymen each from the flanks to approach the Yellow Turban army, ready to charge at any moment.

Amnesia was truly a tricky thing; it wasn't something that could be cured with medicine or injections. It wasn't like someone whose head had been bashed—perhaps hitting it again might fix it—nor was it caused by fright, where another scare could restore memory. The only thing Mido could do now was wait, wait, and wait.

This smile was like a celestial lotus blooming on the horizon, enough to captivate every man present. Despite Che Langting's close relationship with Tang Xinran, even he had never witnessed such a gentle smile from her, nor heard her speak in such a soft tone.