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Wei Lan waited outside, uneasy and anxious. She knew the contract hadn’t been signed—Zuo Fang had interfered, and she herself played a part in it. Somehow, Wei Lan felt unsettled, as if their actions couldn’t quite be justified.

Last Friday, upon learning that Zuo Fang would be coming to Huadu on business, Wei Lan was thrilled; she eagerly shared all she’d seen and heard in recent days, including details of the current project. To her surprise, Zuo Fang took great interest in the topic, asking many questions.

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“It really is! All high-protein stuff—it can’t be kept for long,” her mother’s voice rang out from afar. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had already slipped into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and was inspecting its contents.

Ordinary martial artists might not have noticed, but he, once a mighty Cave Heaven Realm expert in his previous life, could hardly fail to sense it: the forging process at Hao Yuan Auction House had unmistakably employed the power of space.

Enderby sat beside Song Huixi, watching Xiao Qi drive, showering her with unabashed praise.

Tonight, Nine Songs was once again drenched in torrential rain. Amid the curtain of night and rain, a young lady in white could be seen faintly, holding a crimson paper umbrella as she entered a palace. The heavy sounds of doors opening and closing were muffled by the incessant patter.

He had said she could do anything she wished; he would not intervene. So he silently allowed her to postpone the marriage twice. He could tolerate anything from her, except for what the world had done to her—he could never forgive that.

Whatever came out of his mouth, one could imagine how filthy it was. In the past, he never would have thought himself capable of reaching out to catch it—let alone doing so instinctively, without feeling the least disgust.

“I’m dining with friends—what is it?” On the other end of the line, Selina’s melodious laughter came through.

Among the younger generation of the royal Zhao clan, Zhao Lie, who was considered outstanding, had at last fallen.

The man beside him suddenly turned his head. Seeing the characters written on the rice paper, his brows faintly furrowed—he didn’t dislike such verses, but at the moment, he simply wasn’t in that frame of mind.

Jiu Xiao opened the window, swung himself onto the sill. “With so many people coming and going, it’s a wonder anyone can sleep.” Before he finished speaking, the two broad beans in his hand shot out, whistling through the air and striking the banyan trees outside with a dull thud.

Gao Hong glanced at us, smiled knowingly without exposing us, and urged me to hurry to class. I was puzzled—when had she become so enthusiastic about school? I’d never noticed it before.

The mysteries of time and space activated, distorting the world around Ye Chen and Li Tian. In the blink of an eye, they appeared thousands of miles away, narrowly escaping the storm sweeping across the Sea Demon Domain.

Thus, the ruler of the Soul Realm, Lord of the Corpse Realm, and King of the Soul Tribe—three titles shifting between one another. For now, he couldn’t fully manage the Corpse Soul Realm.

Not only the flow of vital energy, but even the space outside seemed subtly changed. It was as if they had entered a sacred spatial artifact reminiscent of the Primordial Heavenly Palace.

“He’s a good friend of mine, a core disciple of North Snow Manor. His name is Lin Qi,” Wu Yinshan introduced.

“Each side holds half the territory—they want the other half, but fear losing their own. Captain Frost is confident and preparing to launch an all-out assault.” Wen Rou answered loudly. In this world rocked by cannon fire, even a whisper required shouting.

I dialed Gao Li’s number. Soon, she picked up, and I told her everything that had happened here.

At seventeen, to have broken through the fifth level of divine sense—Gao Feng was undoubtedly a genius. The Wen family was a hereditary noble house within the empire, wielding tremendous influence. Wen Shian would arrange things for Gao Feng; entering the Academy of Light would hardly pose a problem.

The Iron Sovereign sized up Ye Chen. He had never met Ye Chen before, but guessed he must be a supreme being from another domain. Precisely because Ye Chen was an extraordinary supreme, he was willing to spare his life; had it been any other supreme, or even a junior demigod, he would have acted already. All this stemmed from his own absolute power.