Chapter 160: Flying into the Sky Once Again

Fang Zhiyin was rushed to the hospital.

Ouyang Junyan only found out about her gastroenteritis afterward. Filled with heartache, he ran over to ask her, "Why did you push yourself so hard?"

"It was the final scene; I had to be there," Fang Zhiyin replied.

"You really!"

"Besides, wrapping up is such an important..." Sensing that he also looked utterly exhausted, she turned to comfort him instead. "I'm just so glad to see the production finish smoothly."

Hearing this, warmth flooded Ouyang's chest, and he offered her a gentle smile. "Me too."

Yet, Fang Zhiyin failed to notice the trembling that Ouyang Junyan was struggling desperately to suppress.

Fang Zhiyin remained full of confidence and hope for the future, while also wishing to see Ouyang Junyan well.

At that moment, a brilliant radiance flared anew as Zihan touched down on solid ground. The surging brilliance swept outward, stirring the clouds into a chaotic dance. As the radiance dispersed the surrounding veil of obscurity, a glimmer of vitality registered within Zihan's perception.

Jing Yun'er watched this scene unfold, her eyes instantly filled with pleasant surprise. She had never imagined Zihan could be this formidable; a cultivator at the Spirit Crystal Realm did not even have a chance to counterattack in his hands. Yet, the next moment prompted Jing Yun'er to cheer aloud.

"Three stars." Collapse savored the potato, mushroom, and pork thick soup slowly, as if tasting an exceedingly high-end aristocratic tea.

Holding the bracelet given to her by her brother, Mu Wanqing felt a wave of despair. At this moment, her brother could not possibly appear here; no one could save her.

An Zhenguo's cultivation had already stepped into the late Foundation Establishment stage, making him a peak True Man whose strength was comparable to the deputy leader of the War Wolf Gang.

Though the words remained unsaid, everyone understood his meaning by this point. The gentle smile in Can Yu's gaze vanished who knows when. Lost in a momentary contemplation, he finally spoke, his voice carrying an inexplicable undertone.

"If not for senior in this battle, I probably wouldn't have survived," Yeqiu expressed his gratitude to Gu Tian, cupping his fists in a salute.

Even though he knew Wang Qing was extremely safe at the moment, his heart remained somewhat unsettled no matter what.

Come to think of it, Ge Hong was a dignified True Lord of the Golden Elixir generation; how could his tomb possibly lack guardians?

Guiding our gaze by the firelight, we saw indeed that a layer of frost coated the cliff wall over there, visibly dozens of degrees colder than this side.

He looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in casual wear of an unknown brand. While not exactly roguish, he carried a somewhat plebeian air, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to a successful man.

With a soft cough, her slightly pale lips once again spewed scalding fresh blood. Her crimson eyes drooped weakly, and finally, she collapsed unconscious onto the ground.

Peng Zhihao exchanged a word with Fu Yuanzhuo before walking straight away. By this time, Cheng Mo, Fu Yuanzhuo, Yan Yitong, and Song Xizhe were already discussing what content should be uploaded to Fu Yuanzhuo's campaign website.

Penedo leaped forward and heroically blocked the shot, yet he was powerless to stop Sterling's follow-up rebound.

It was evident that everyone, including Ning Wushuang, shared a deep curiosity, all of them pricking up their ears in anticipation of Xu Huan's explanation.

In the broadcast booth, commentators from various television stations found no time to rest; they were busy summarizing the first half and looking ahead to the second half.

Extremes lead to reversal; fortune follows misfortune. Master Duan understood deeply that momentary triumphs often harbor greater crises. Only those who remain constantly vigilant, cautious, and fearful can attain the realm of being a sage internally and a king externally. "A gentleman does not tread upon perilous ground"—that was likely the meaning.

"Heh, you mean my cousin simply wasted her youth in vain for the Prince?" said Ma Lanhua.

In that case, excluding the Haishi Electrical Company, the group's six subordinate branch factories should achieve a total annual production capacity of around seven million units.

Amidst her questioning, Blood Moon Spirit crushed the Blood God Pearl fragment. A pure and ancient surge of Blood Spirit Divine Meridian energy poured into her delicate physique, nourishing every inch of her flesh and bones.

"Ike!!!" Ling's panicked voice echoed over. As her vision gradually cleared, she saw Ling engulfed in golden light, which was devouring her body bit by bit.