Chapter 77: You Are Right

After speaking, Ruan Enxi left the room and walked into the courtyard, settling onto the swing beneath the tall tree. A gentle breeze stirred from time to time, and she absentmindedly rocked back and forth.

The fellow who had just drawn in a sharp breath hadn’t even finished speaking before his foot was struck. He turned angrily, about to glare at Xu Miaomiao, who had kicked him, but she simply sipped her tea and gave him a silent glance.

Ruan Enxi was momentarily stunned; her heart raced uncontrollably, her cheeks faintly flushed, and her narrow phoenix eyes gazed unwaveringly at Chu Jingci.

When she finished, Ruan Enxi returned to her room, opened her black bag, took out twenty thousand yuan, and went to Jiang Haoran’s room—placing ten thousand under his pillow and the other ten thousand inside his bedding.

"Three days apart, and one must look anew," the monk had watched Lin Hua’s transformation over the past three months, and quietly resolved that if he survived this ordeal, he would dedicate far more time to cultivation in the future.

“I... I was sleeping in the hotel, and there’s no one to testify,” Yan Xianxian knew what he wanted to interrogate. Since there was no evidence, whatever she said would only make her a suspect at most, so she wasn’t particularly afraid.

But Xia Ziyuan, far from being aware, pondered for a long time—his head aching from thinking without clarity. What did he care about? Was it matters concerning himself and the Qin family, or perhaps the Yue family, or Yue Shumin? It was impossible to tell; even the dignified president of the Gu Group could wear such a troubled expression.

Chu Xiao’s blade never stopped for a moment; the glow of the sword had turned crimson. Everywhere Chu Xiao went, gravity increased fortyfold. Many could no longer swing their weapons, and heads rolled across the ground like reeds in the wind, screams echoing as if wailing ghosts.

Hmm? This thing? Suddenly, Chu Fan fixed his gaze on the item displayed in the system interface, his heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

The progress made in facing these matters at this moment could still serve to explain certain issues.

Ling Yuwei’s birthday banquet was scheduled to be held in the Mingyu Hall, a sign of the emperor’s high regard for the occasion, for Mingyu Hall was one of the three grand halls of the Beiyun Kingdom’s palace, usually reserved only for the most solemn ceremonies.

Luo Qi let out an angry roar, kicked the Porsche, and stormed off dragging her suitcase.

Ai Yidaya spat out a mouthful of white liquid. Frederick extended his tongue, licking the splatter from his own face, realizing it was the pungent taste every man comes to know upon reaching adulthood, and he felt a momentary panic.

Afterward, Nangong Jin’er recounted everything that had transpired when she and Nangong Yi returned to the palace to Ling Yuwei, growing more anxious as she spoke, for she had no idea how Nangong Ye would deal with Nangong Yi.

Thus, as one gains an understanding of things now, there will be genuine changes, different from previous knowledge.

His heart surged wildly; at this moment, the longing that gripped his soul twined around him like vines, suffocating him with pain.

Ultimately, the mind corroded by doctrine clung to a great pursuit of the Saint; this was the highest aspiration of every shaman in their lifetime.

Zhou Tao, the vice-captain of the Snow Wolves, specially reserved the largest luxury room at the Twin Star Tavern just outside the academy.

Thus, their conversation ended with both parties satisfied, the atmosphere harmonious, and no one throwing a tantrum out of frustration or unwillingness.

This man was the producer of the animation company, named Sasaki Kentaro, appearing just over thirty, with a square face, broad forehead, and black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, giving an overall impression of reliability, though somewhat old-fashioned.

Now, with the bodyguards stationed outside, no one would enter casually, and she would not be disturbed.

The fact, which had never been explicitly stated in the anime but was long understood by many, was now laid bare, and for a moment, the atmosphere at the scene was awkward.

Upon hearing this answer, Lin Qingyin felt there was no further need for conversation between them.

Of course, due to competition and the nature of the industry, most voice actors remain dedicated to their work. Miyashiro Kanade held no prejudice against them; he merely hoped that this portion of the budget would yield some results, rather than being wasted without purpose.

Since she was going out—even during her mourning period, as she was accompanied by elders—she wore a water-green high-waisted plain dress, covered with a silvery-white meditation robe, adorned only with a few jade hairpins. She found it elegant, but Du Hui thought it too plain and suggested she wear some pearl accessories.

Wang Feng, upon learning the news, was not overly delighted, for now he could not know when he might return to accompany his master.

On the way home, she stopped by the café, picked up some food, and brought it back. Thus, another day passed.

It was impossible to shut down the internet entirely, for at that moment it remained under the government’s surveillance, making it easy to guide public attention. Without the network, guiding public opinion would require manpower, which is inefficient and easily exploited by those with ulterior motives.

In truth, Zhao Song’s circumstances were ordinary, but such people are the majority; it’s not as though everyone like him feels inferior. At most, his relentless focus on cultivating spells left him too lazy to maintain relationships, resulting in subtle ostracism.

Though he would recommend these rough stones to Luo Wanmei, if she chose not to bid, he would try himself, for these were all counterfeit spirit stones.

The elevator stopped at the first floor, and Zhou Meiyun hurried out, noticing the man following closely behind her. There could be no mistake now.

In the blink of an eye, Director Qian was distracted, and Xiao Ye had already switched the contract in his hands for another.

After two days of heightened tension, Yun Tu and his companions finally reached the periphery of the dangerous, unknown territory marked on the map.

Though only glimpsed for an instant, Qin Yu was delighted, for it meant the Nine Profound Sacred Fruit remained intact, yet to be picked.

Cang Wensheng listened quietly to Cang Luochen’s words, absorbed in her analysis of the domestic affairs and situation between the two countries. Suddenly he felt truly aged; the world no longer belonged to their generation.

Athena paused, raising her gaze into the distance, where a billowing cloud of white mist rushed toward them, and atop it seemed to stand several figures.

Though he possessed the Immortal Clan’s indestructible technique and supreme bloodline, allowing him to continually rebuild his battle form from brokenness.