Chapter 133: The Discovery of Depression

"Zhiyin! No one wanted that accident to happen! But you cannot let your emotions cloud your judgment!" Ouyang Junyan’s voice on the other end was filled with anger.

"Which Ouyang Junyan are you?!" Fang Zhiyin asked, stunned. "You aren't the real one, are you?"

"I am," Ouyang Junyan said after a long pause, his tone brooding. "I simply feel that your way of handling this matter is inappropriate."

"Perhaps to you, someone like that stunt double is just a blurred passerby, rather than a living, breathing human being."

With that, Fang Zhiyin hung up the phone in utter disappointment.

Ouyang Junyan did not call back to coax her.

Not long after this incident, the film's second male lead was exposed for...

Although they possessed two spirit pearl mines, the costs of training troops and rebuilding the Divine Continent of Cloud Shadow were immense. Between the heavy financial burden and the need for spiritual resources, they had to earn money frantically.

He remained silent, ordering guards to hold every checkpoint, fueled by the conviction that she was still alive. He believed that one day she would return to his side. If she had not returned, he would search for her—to the ends of the earth, he would find her.

"I must watch over her." Yan Cang refused to leave, his eyes fixed intently on Yunyao’s pale complexion, his face etched with deep worry.

At this moment, the four-legged demon snakes that had previously besieged Luo Yan also arrived in the vicinity, watching him from afar.

The collar emitted a red glow, and the token pulsed with a black light, enveloping the entire area.

She had wanted to see the Second Mistress's reaction, and sure enough, when she mentioned her mother, the woman froze. Her face turned deathly pale, though only for a fleeting moment. Collecting her anxious heart, the Second Mistress let a flood of tears fall.

She called out "Brother Chi" with such tender affection that the Demon Marquis sneered inwardly; she should not have called him that.

Tata turned back and looked, his eyes lighting up. "Chen Tong, you're here? Can you do what I asked you to do now?" Chen Jintong had always been obedient to him. During the time he was imprisoned, everyone else had kept their distance, yet only Chen Jintong kept coming to visit him.

Ever since the exhibition began, the footage had been transmitted over, and at this moment, another demon followed suit with an echo.

Although Xiuyan had improved significantly of late, he still did not like to be in places where too many people gathered.

She even sat directly on top of Chen Yu, raising her fists to pummel his body.

"OK!" A-Bing raised both palms, and the gold instantly melted into liquid, rising into mid-air. The molten gold then condensed into a golden sphere before, following A-Bing's gestures, gradually taking the shape of a bottle.

He spoke with intimidating arrogance, completely ignoring the five people in the room. The two scholars, Zhang Qiu and Jimo Han, were so furious their white beards bristled, while the third master, Ziyan, being the youngest, felt his rage boiling over, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked. The second master, though more composed, had veins bulging on his forehead.

"The quality of this Fire Cloud Stone is a bit poor. I'll charge you... two hundred spirit stones for it," the owner said after a glance.

But in the end, Xu Youwei suppressed the impulse. If the other party hadn't secretly interceded on her behalf and spoken well of her to the school administration, asking such a question would have been incredibly awkward.

With a loud shout from Ping Zhongyu, a beam of cyan light like a dazzling meteor tore through the void, split the air currents, and surged with immense sword energy, rushing rapidly toward the Big Head who had just knocked aside the Soul-Snatching Five-Element Bell.

"Forget it, I'd better bring Master Qin Hao over. Without him, who knows what hardships our family would still be facing? One must not forget their roots; even in our darkest hours, we must remember this!" Xiao Ding clenched his fists and exhaled a long breath.

"So, another ancient monster. It's too early to conclude who will win," Zhou Yuntian replied coolly. Challenge his foundations? Indeed, the man before him had accumulated strength for countless years and was now nearing the mid-stage of the Profound Spirit Realm.

Upon hearing this, Bai Feng, filled with curiosity, directly redeemed a precise teleportation talisman to the Song residence in Jilai City, and his figure vanished on the spot.

That coward Mozang Epang dared not provoke the Liao people, so he came to stir up trouble with the Great Song instead.