Volume 1, Chapter 25: Cold Shoulder to Warm Intentions

Upon hearing this, Su Wanyue suddenly realized the truth, a cold sneer forming in the depths of her heart.

Before leaving, Nangong Jin had another discussion with Zhao Fengming and decided that the sword dance performance in Jingzhou would be held first, with an initial budget cap of five thousand taels. He took the opportunity to mention that he still wanted Nangong Wan to handle the tailoring, as it would at least lay a foundation for the future; whether for his eldest sister or for himself, it was a promise he had made.

At this moment, Liu Shaoqing finally stood up, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze, previously devoid of joy or sorrow, suddenly sharpened with a formidable edge.

How could one speak of the Magistrate like that in the official courtroom? According to the sister-in-law's logic, even if he were truly a corrupt official, one could not even address him by his proper title.

"Who wants to face a firing squad? Not me! I haven't done anything yet!" the young man shouted, hopping about in denial.

The people of Guangrou County were having a miserable time; not only were they awakened by the sound of gongs and drums, but someone was also pounding on their doors. When they opened them, they were met with, "Officer, what is the matter at this late hour?" They wanted to vent their anger, but upon seeing the bailiffs and yamen runners, they dared not utter a word of protest.

The giant waves surged forth like a collapsing mountain, turning half the county into a disaster zone. Yet, the waves were immense, and Tianze, holding his sister-in-law, stepped upon a sword, hovering even higher than the crests of the waves, even riding the wave-tops with a show of skill.

Duoduo was quite clever; she understood that since she had transmigrated into a beautiful cook, she ought to at least retain some of her abilities.

"What has happened these past two days? First immortals from the Heavenly Realm, then demons from the Demon Realm—when did this world become so fantastical?" After breaking out of the ice, Di Zeye felt his head spinning.

"Director Zhang hasn't even dared to show his face. You ragtag bunch think you can get that old man? Not a chance! If you come any closer, I'll kill him."

But if you make him hate you, he will give his all; even if his strength is lacking, he will fight to the death, which is incredibly dangerous when participating in such battles.

Ye Qing pulled hard on the reins. The steed from the North let out a long, shrill neigh and reared up on its hind legs. Ye Qing’s horsemanship was poor; unable to control the beast, she swayed precariously in the saddle.

"You knew all along? How did you know?" Fang Laoshi had always felt he was hiding it well, considering his acting skills to be top-tier.

"I suspect that on that day, you all found a way to have Pamu Qiuya come to the prayer hall to meet with you?" Mo Shi asked.

But now, happiness seemed so far away. Was it because she had been too happy before that she was now suffering such misery? Su Nian'an closed her eyes and let him wipe away her tears.

"If it doesn't work out, I won't participate! After all, I haven't been playing for long, and I wouldn't want to hold you all back," Meng Hui suddenly interjected.

Geda couldn't help but ask, "But why did Bao Qi die at the hands of Qiu Xuan, and without even the strength to fight back? How do you explain that?" Geda could not agree with what Huoyun had said; the facts were right before their eyes, and yet Huoyun still claimed it was impossible. How was Geda supposed to be convinced?

At this time, it was Mo Shengyou, the mentor who had imparted the teachings to Yan Bichun, the Gold Core manager of the Hidden Blade Sect, and the junior clansman of the Sect Master, Mo Xiachun.

Princess Asode stepped into the portal of time and space, followed by Xiaoxiao and Afeng. Once the three of them had entered, the Gate of Destiny slowly vanished from the Throne of the Sky.

Because at the top of the 1,145-meter building, the gale was howling ferociously, like a provoked beast.

Above the City in the Sky, the blood-red sunset grew ever more intense, and the entire firmament had turned the color of blood.

Jin Luohu sensed many familiar auras—the same ones he had encountered during the alien raid—and he waited in the ruins for others to arrive.