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"Corporate secret? What corporate secret?" The crowd of reporters looked bewildered, wondering how this matter suddenly got tied up with a corporate secret.

The various factions were quite courteous. As they spoke, each radiated the majestic pressure of supreme beings, completely overpowering everyone present with their sheer aura.

From time to time, it would hang upside down from a tree branch, using its claws to snatch at the fish in the water, thoroughly enjoying the game.

What brought a slight sense of relief to Lin Tian was that he did not see the corpses of Ouyang Luolei, Yan Shuangdao, and others along the way. Although anxiety still lingered in his heart, he could finally let out a slight breath.

Hearing this, the face of Shadow One beneath the black cloth became even gloomier. It was obvious that the opponent had prepared in advance, though whether they had been waiting specifically for his group remained unclear.

Lin Ying's gaze was fixed intently on the upper left. Hearing Huang Xiyue's question, he placed a finger to his lips, making a gesture for silence. Huang Xiyue understood immediately, grabbed Lin Ying's lapel with both paws, and followed the direction of his gaze.

A gentle breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, painting a scene of midsummer. Compared to the north, the weather in the south wasn't considered all that hot, but why say such a thing?

Gan Liuting's mind became crystal clear. She finally understood the intentions of the various factions and realized just how grave the situation was.

Having neutralized Guo Huai's Blade Flow, Hongyan immediately unleashed the "Ghostly Sword Rain." Several sword qi energies surged toward Guo Huai like a midsummer rainstorm. Guo Huai spun three hundred and sixty degrees, instantly forming a true qi protective shield close to his body. Although this ensured he wouldn't be injured by the sword qi, Hongyan's formidable internal energy forced him to retreat dozens of meters before regaining his footing.

"Having received someone's kindness, how can one not repay it?" Yunhua Tian materialized the "Nandou Wood Sword" with a helpless look on his face. That Nandou Wood Sword was crafted from wood that absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and the souls of a hundred beasts; it could cut through iron like mud and split mountains and rocks as easily as slicing fruit with a knife.

After all, Dongye had just obtained the ancient evil spirit and was unable to fully control it. With so many people stepping in to help, Dongye flew down toward the mountain ravine in front of the Shenxiao Palace.

Having said those words, I immediately pulled Lao Yi toward another path, leaving the route leading to the Zhen family for the two old mystical charlatans. Hopefully, they would follow the road and return home safely.

However, when he looked up and met those clear, smiling eyes, Han Myeong-deok felt a sudden wave of awkwardness. To be honest, this was the first time he had ever interacted so casually with Tiffany. Normally, she was the only one he respected strictly in the relationship of an older sister and younger brother; all the others felt somewhat like close friends.

These two items were what troubled Mo Qingchen the most, because not only did they have strict time limits, but harvesting them also required special techniques and needed to be wrapped in spiritual energy while avoiding any trace of mortal fire and smoke.

The teahouse was indeed very close; it was just two streets away. Along the way, although neither of them immediately said much else, both wore smiling expressions, evidently overjoyed to meet again after such a long separation.

"Alright, Youyou, lift the sleep spell on that man and tell him about his child's condition." With that, Seven Stars returned inside the Golden Bell.

Lian Zhenyun could no longer hold back and roared, lunging forward in an attempt to close in. However, right before his eyes, human figures, bridge reflections, water reflections, and shimmering lights dissolved into a blinding white glare, and the scenery all around him suddenly shifted.

"Is the distinguished guest you mentioned the heir of Prince Duan's Manor?" Upon hearing this, Xia Yuhua felt a bit more assured in her heart.

"Prime Minister, before the Supreme General withdrew his troops, did any lobbyists from Shandong see you?" Zheng Anping hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and asked anyway.

Entering the company's premises, located on the sixth floor of an ordinary building on Huaihai Road, I saw that many of my colleagues had already arrived. However, everyone's expression was very solemn, and a tense, oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire office.

At the time, he hadn't thought much of it, nor did he know what it was. It looked somewhat like lyrics and somewhat like a poem, so after reading it a few times, he simply set it aside.

For days, I had been plagued with anxiety over the discord between Subei and Qiluo, leaving me no time to spare for anything else. Now, seeing that they had truly reconciled, I finally remembered to tidy up the God of Wind Palace that they had wrecked.

"I am the owner of this place. You guys aren't locals, are you?" His voice sounded exceptionally weathered, as if he had experienced many things in life.

Hu Can almost spat out the food he was swallowing, a trace of chills creeping up his spine.

Compared to the wretched state of the person in the Qi Gathering Realm, Lingfeng grew more courageous with every battle. Fighting with open and sweeping motions, he continuously threw punches, then executed a quick step back and delivered a fierce whip kick squarely onto the man's shoulder, instantly knocking him flat to the ground.

However, Du Ruoxi's condition was not very good. Although she wore light makeup, she still could not conceal the trace of fatigue between her brows.

As for her good intentions, Hu Can naturally accepted them all. Besides, this wasn't her true nature anyway, and he also wanted to see just how long Wang Yan could keep up the act.

It could be said that encountering one's own people depended entirely on luck, yet loose cultivators had actually managed to band together and establish a Loose Cultivator Alliance.

The hunter chuckled heartily and said, "In this day and age, can you survive without working hard?" As he spoke, by the flickering firelight, he examined the corpses one by one, shaking his head as he looked.

With killing intent surging to the extreme, Lingfeng slammed down a palm, instantly shattering the bed into pieces, and his body darted out like a wisp of light.

"What are you so nervous about? It's official business, not personal business." Qin Kexin gave Wang Xudong a sidelong glance before walking out.