Chapter 45: Who are you talking about?

Fu Siqiao stood there silently, wearing a blue dress. As the breeze brushed past, the hem of her skirt fluttered gently, as if it were the outward manifestation of her inner turmoil.

Her hands were tightly clenched, her knuckles turning white from the pressure, while her eyes held a trace of stubbornness and forbearance as she quietly watched the two people before her.

Hao Weida stood with his arms crossed, a mocking sneer hanging on his face—a grin that twisted into a repulsive curve.

Gao Shun was a favored general under Zhao Yi. If the Wuhuan tribe were to discover his identity, given the hostile relationship between Qiu Liju and Zhao Yi, they would undoubtedly execute Gao Shun to vent their hatred. If Gao Shun’s identity were exposed and he were put to death by Qiu Liju, Zhou Ping’s fate would surely be no better.

After the refreshing sensation on his arms gradually faded, a soothing comfort washed over them, bringing joy to Xiao Yan. He had finally fully recovered from the lingering ailments caused by his advancement to the rank of Emperor two days prior.

Bai Yongzhao was not as casual as Xiao Yan; he bowed respectfully. Seeing Su Zhiyang, the greatest elder of the Valley Realm, he felt a sense of reverence. He had long heard of the man’s reputation as the youngest Grade Two elder in the academy's history. Holding such a high and powerful position, even Bai Yongzhao could not help but feel a measure of admiration.

"Captain, Gongsun Xin is right behind us. His condition is very wrong!!!" He stared behind him with a nervous expression, his face filled with terror.

As for the Huasheng Group, they were preparing to unveil their smart car to show everyone what a top-tier technology company was capable of, and to let them see what the future of automobiles would look like. What Apple failed to achieve in the original timeline, the Huasheng Group would accomplish in this one.

A roar of fury erupted from within the swirling source energy. The six cyan streaks of energy trembled violently before suddenly bursting apart. The shockwaves roared outward, shattering the surrounding boulders. Bathed in golden light, Xiao Yan unleashed a punch glowing with brilliant radiance, directly pulverizing the six cyan dragons.

Upon approaching the port, the containers were unloaded one by one. Once offloaded, they were hauled away by trucks, with some entering a factory on the outskirts of the city.

The reason he was drawn in was that the crying was so wretched, enough to bring tears to anyone who heard it.

Now, his son had gone astray, falling into obsession and corruption, leaving only Yin Junjie as the sole remaining male heir of the Jiang family line.

Seeing the change in the Crown Prince’s attitude, Qin Yingyue could not help but feel a secret joy. It seemed her suggestion had provided the Prince with a moment of clarity, truly acting as a guiding light. Without even realizing it, he had shifted from his original devil-may-care, indifferent attitude to one of genuine, deep-seated concern.

A man of forty, unable to reunite with his wife—could he not even force a withered old teacher to satisfy his cravings?

At this moment, the Spirit Flame perched on Qiao Sang’s right shoulder suddenly noticed the Mind Rings on the hands of Qiao Sang and the Spirit Flame maiden, both shimmering brilliantly.

In her world, if someone wronged her, she would strike back. This kind of feigned pity—especially when inconsistent—left her momentarily unsure of how to react.

Feifei was in his hands; she truly had no bargaining chips. Pei Shiyin sighed inwardly, feeling utterly helpless.

In the Firmament World, spending ten days or half a month to refine a single pill was considered normal. However, such a duration in the Myriad Worlds Tower was nearly the limit; beyond that, no one would bother to spend the time.

"My sister deserves all the credit for persuading Lu Yili to transfer her shares unconditionally. It is a pity that we fell just short of the finish line; even with the shares in hand, we still lost." Pei Zhenteng sighed deeply. Fortunately, his Xiyun was still with him and had not agreed to marry Tang Yexi.

He had already witnessed the power of a mid-grade precious artifact in the Ten Thousand Ravines Valley. If one could be bestowed upon him, how formidable he would become! The Panlong Sword used by Gan Shaohong was merely a high-grade precious artifact.