He paused beside the window, gazing at the distant mountains shrouded in mist. The morning sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating the dust motes that danced quietly in the air. His heart was heavy, yet hope lingered, fragile as a dew drop on the grass.

"Hey, aren't you being a bit too stingy? Isn't it customary to bring a gift when confessing your feelings?" Su Yun began to nitpick.

"You sound quite experienced," He Mian replied with a hint of jealousy.

"Of course, which is why I'm saying you're too stingy," Su Yun replied, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

...

However, now that he had left the Beast Realm, with no further energy loss, and had been fully restored during the transmission out, Ba Zhan no longer feared Lin Chen, even if Lin Chen dared to challenge him now.

His demonic body swelled several times over, like a giant shrouded in darkness, black clouds blotting out the sky and sun. The raging demonic energy that burst forth forced even the Lone Star to give way.

His edge was as fine as silk, threading through like a needle—so sharp it seemed forged from pure steel. Even the hardest refined gold, under the assault of sword-energy flying needles, seemed as fragile as tofu.

A red light flashed in Feng Lin's eyes. The peak of body cultivation was now only a step away from soul destruction for him.

If before he could have blasted his opponent to dust in an instant, now he found himself at an unexpected disadvantage.

At this moment, Xiu became flustered, perhaps out of impatience, and her face grew redder and redder.

It was only when Chamberlain's stomach protested loudly and without restraint that Reinhardt finally "came to his senses." Hastily, he invited the visiting British Prime Minister to enjoy some pastries and then apologized for his own lack of consideration.

After all, Zhang Chengtian, who relied on the advantages of crossing worlds, had no desire to alter history too much. When it came to factors in the early stages that might affect the future, he always tried to keep events as true to history as possible.

The so-called room was more like a training chamber. There wasn't even a bed, only a meditation cushion, and a chart of human meridian pathways hung on the wall.

"Alright, for a man to have such immense power now is already quite remarkable. All I've done these years is cultivate," Chu Yue said with a smile. "If I didn't have the First Moon Sword Art to protect me, I wouldn't be your match either!"

Four top Great Luo figures from the primordial era had shown themselves; ten Great Luos had already been brought under his command. But progress with the three hundred and sixty Taiyi Golden Immortals was slow.

This kind of brutal, hand-to-hand combat was certainly thrilling to watch, but it left Roy deeply puzzled.

He, on the other hand, wasn't anxious—after all, this wasn't the Korean won. He too had anticipated that the Korean government and central bank would adopt an easy monetary policy in the future to stimulate economic recovery.

The Wind God Pterosaur seemed to thoroughly enjoy scaring the bats. Seeing them shiver and cower, it shrieked twice more at the corner of the wall.

Conversely, when they encountered someone kind and positive, the girls would also lean toward goodness. What Junxing had done, in essence, was to make them destroy their own potential for redemption with their own hands.

"I wish I could walk through this life with you, just like this, until our hair turns white and we're old and frail," Masayoshi Kishimoto sighed.

With the Sharingan, Chen Yu's eyes were well protected. Even when he opened them underwater, the seawater could not invade his gaze.

As an Awakened, the moment the Sharingan manifested, his mind matured rapidly. Coupled with the "instruction" from that ever-present Shura, he learned how to survive in this den of outlaws.

"Your time is up. I promised to strengthen your body, and now that you've fulfilled your purpose, I will reclaim your consciousness," the voice of Destiny was icy cold, as if concluding a transaction.

Hiroshi Kimura couldn't help but consider that this matter might involve the upper echelons of the Hard Gold Group. If he could get Saki Watanabe to reveal something, it would serve as a bargaining chip for him to claim credit.