Went in.

"Mother, I will handle this matter myself. Please reassure the old matriarch that if I leave, I shall do so cleanly and decisively, without bringing any disgrace to the Ye family's reputation," Ye Nanxi said faintly. She no longer wished to explain whether or not she had ever written such letters, or if she had truly been fickle-hearted.

Hearing this, Wang Fen could not help furrowing his brows. These terms went a step further than the previous ones. Moreover, the Yellow Sand Gang had already been annihilated; leaving aside the waterways of the Yellow River, even for the waterways north of the Yellow River, did the Wang family still have any ships? On top of that, these terms demanded a shared ownership of the Yellow River waterways—would Liu Han ever agree to this?

"Well..." This was only noticeable because Chu Yue's physique had been enhanced by divine power; an ordinary person's field of vision was simply not this sharp.

At this moment, Qiu Haitang sat before the dressing table, her left hand supporting her fragrant cheek while her right hand toyed with a red thread. Gazing into the bronze mirror before her, she murmured softly, "The heavens never age, and love is hard to sever. The heart is like a twin-threaded net, holding thousands upon thousands of knots within."

The standards for the Du family and the Lin family to become elders were the same, both requiring the cultivation realm of a Five-Calamity Martial Saint. The Du family had a total of eight elders: the Eighth Elder was at the early stage of a Five-Calamity Martial Saint, while the Seventh Elder was at the late stage of a Five-Calamity Martial Saint.

The youth grinned wryly, a rather bitter smile touching his lips as he sighed inwardly: maintaining a harem was indeed not an easy task.

Furthermore, the Sixth Prince of the Nanyu Kingdom had already lost his power. Relying on him to secure a peaceful and stable life for the Northern Yi people was practically impossible, leaving the chieftain of the Northern Yi tribe with no grounds to refuse the sincerity offered by the emperor of the Great Du Dynasty.

It was just that the three parties had yet to give a formal response to the proposal made by the Peng family chieftains to jointly resist the imperial court's army.

Seeing Gu Mu's expression and knowing that the latter was determined to obtain the Bailing Pill, Han Chentian restrained his thoughts and merely looked on coldly from the side.

Hearing this, the others looked at Fan Tianlei with sympathy. His comrade had sacrificed himself to save him, and for the survivor, a lingering illness of the heart and restless, sleepless nights were also a form of torment.

Qing Chen returned to the Mountain of Buzhou, going back to the side of that withered gourd vine, and transformed into a new appearance once again. This new look was somewhat strange as well, but at least he wasn't all that short anymore; he could still pass for a member of the Wu clan, after all.

The factory leadership told him to simply get a certificate from the brigade headquarters and sign his name on it, and then he could have Ye Li take the certificate to report to the county coal mine.

"If the Jiuyuan army cannot enter Xianyang City, couldn't armies from other places do?" Ying Gao countered.

"No more 'buts', grandmother is waiting for us to have dinner," Yichen interrupted with a smile, turning on his heel and walking away briskly with the chair in hand.

She was like a beam of light illuminating the night sky, naturally capturing everyone's gaze and becoming the absolute center of attention throughout the banquet hall.

At this moment, Ye Li felt her limbs grow somewhat weak. She slowly crawled up from the ground and then dragged herself sluggishly to the side.

The instant Xu Cuihua hit the ground, Xu Chuntao pounced on top of her, grabbing hold of Xu Cuihua's hair and slamming her viciously against the floor.

Places dominated by such underworld forces could only be controlled by the underworld itself, which was why, in this refugee city, lawlessness was the most alluring aspect of all.

Because whenever these three girls had even the slightest trivial matter that required my help, they would rack their brains and leave no stone unturned to extract whatever they could from me.

The more Han Yaru thought about it, the happier she felt. The feeling of someone leaving a light on at home waiting for you was truly entirely different.

Beiming had made thorough preparations before coming, intent on killing Daoist Ancient Tree, and had already prepared numerous wooden puppets on his person.

"Wow." Several of the officials were frail old scholars devoid of any chicken-binding strength. Upon seeing this bloody scene, they were scared completely out of their wits. Yet, they still bravely shielded Catherine, shouting desperately for the guards to come and protect the sovereign.

This director was very socially adept; he had offered to help guide her, but as the director responsible for everything in the entire crew, he simply didn't have that much time.

First, he would drop off Park Cho-seok at the A Pink dormitory, and then take Lee Tae-ryul to XB Entertainment. Otherwise, Lee Tae-ryul wouldn't even have a place to stay tonight. Although XB Entertainment did not have formal trainees yet, it did have resting rooms spacious enough for Lee Tae-ryul to rest in.

Therefore, there were many things he probably had no idea how to handle. Matters like these had nothing to do with intelligence; rather, the differences lay primarily in the gaps in our understanding of cognitive levels.

Seeing this scene, the four of us exchanged a smile and swaggered into the hotpot restaurant.

"Beiming, thank you for giving us a chance. Rest assured that at the very least, I will never cuckold my own man in the future."

Thus, Xingyiquan was a genuine martial art for battlefield combat, devoid of any flashy tricks. Every movement and form was extremely concise, with a single purpose: to eliminate the enemy's life in the shortest possible time using the simplest motions.

Thinking thus, he directly pulled out his silver needles, habitually flicking them through the air with a casual flourish before the gathered crowd.

To be honest, when Phantom looked upon Yuan Qingfeng now, her heart was filled with intense conflict. Numerous pieces of evidence pointed to Yuan Qingfeng's father, Prince Yu Yuan Wu, as the one who had murdered her own father, the Prince of War. The blood feud of a father's murder was irreconcilable, even though her soul was not the original soul of this body.

A full thirty-six palms later, I felt every single muscle, every single bone, and every single tendon in my entire body burning with a fiery pain. Utterly drained of strength, I collapsed flat onto the floor of the room. For a moment, I was completely unable to move, lacking even the strength to speak, as I had to muster all my energy to resist the agony coursing through my body.

She had clearly promised to obediently listen to him and study properly, but at this moment, how was she listening or studying properly? She had instead caused such a catastrophic disaster.

"Perhaps so—" Exhaling a long breath, I leaped up from the ground, glanced at Earth Soul, and closed my eyes. I knew I would forever have to hide the proprietress deep within my heart.

He was equally aware that he could not return to the Sword Sect or the Northern Cang family. Going back at this juncture would likewise mean certain death; having failed the mission and botched it completely, Bei Canglie would never spare him.