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"Do you like the gift?" He Mian held Su Yun's left wrist, gently stroking the bracelet.

"It's all right, I suppose." Her voice was much softer than before.

He Mian breathed a sigh of relief, finally having soothed her mood.

Su Yun placed both hands on He Mian's shoulders and brushed her lips lightly against his.

"Don't be so..."

"Why are you telling us all this?" Li Xiang frowned at her. This should have been her scheme, something she could never openly confess to anyone. Yet now she was speaking of it so freely—did she really trust the two of them so much?

With three strikes, the sword forged by Chen Zebing was knocked away, and Wudaozi had already cast several bolts of heavenly lightning toward Chen Zebing's direction.

"What does it matter? Are you not familiar with the Ecological Park? You did a perfect job there too. You have great potential—just let go and do your best." Xiao Bohan encouraged Tang Keke.

Nan Huaike smiled faintly and said, "It's all right," secretly relieved that she had chosen to handle matters this way—otherwise, it would surely have damaged Mu Bai's relationship with them.

Since this was a historic opportunity for a massive acquisition, how could a wife who could smell profit from afar simply sit and wait?

Chen Zijun was about to retort, but Lin Yuming shook his head, signaling her to hold back and steady their counterpart first.

The artillery battery had four Tiger Squat Cannons. Without this big bay horse, the Third Battalion's firepower would have been reduced by a quarter—something Lin Yan was unwilling to accept. Fortunately, He Qiu and Kou were understanding; not only did they allow him to take the horse, but generously assigned him a guide—one of the two household attendants Yang Weidong had given him.

A private chain bank able to release tens of billions in loans—this was the pathology of the society: you could never see the money from income statements, but from deposits and loans, there always seemed to be an endless flow of funds.

With Yu Menghan's powerful spiritual perception, she sensed the aura on the strange stone fading, while the intent surrounding Ye Xuan grew closer and closer to perfection.

Though she came prepared, she hadn't anticipated the mission would be so arduous, nor that its scope would be so vast and the challenges so persistent.

However, keeping so many exiles within the city was by no means a good solution; it would easily lead to unrest and riots.

"We weren't going there on purpose. We were already planning to have a meal at my uncle's home," Zhang Ren explained with a smile.

"It really is Master!" Yue Peng and Sun Wukong showed expressions of joy; it had been five hundred years since they last heard any news of the Northern Sea Thunder.

Everyone thought to themselves: The Qilian Sword Sect truly deserves its reputation as the greatest sect in the Divine Land—such magnanimity is beyond what ordinary sects can hope to match.

Ye Qingling's efforts made Su Yang nod in approval. Though he wasn't particularly concerned with such matters, seeing that prominent position, he knew this must have cost Ye Qingling a great deal of effort.

This was different from what the reincarnators had said—the Dark King, before emerging, had devoured the lives of his own subordinates and those dark fae. Perhaps that explained why his strength had increased so much compared to what the reincarnators described.

Zhang Yuanhang didn't really care if others stared at him, but the occasional malicious glances revealed that there were still people plotting against him.

Hearing Su Yang's words, Yang Yue's eyes immediately brightened. Excited, she kissed Su Yang on the cheek, then shyly lowered her head, her eyes occasionally glancing at him with a flicker of emotion.

Wu Wei channeled the power of his dual yin-yang eyes, leaving a massive fissure behind the two of them, stretching almost three hundred meters long.

"I've heard about it. You must be with Envoy Yi Xing and the Lu brothers, aren't you?" Qi Yang inquired.

Night had fallen. The town, bathed in the afterglow of sunset, was suffused with a gentle golden hue. People moved about the streets, smoke curled from every household—peace and contentment reigned.