Chapter 39: Is There No End to This?

The next morning, before Wang Dong had fully awakened, he felt an unusual tightness in his chest, as if he were struggling to breathe. Yet, he could sense no trace of danger. In his hazy state of consciousness, a wet, rough sensation suddenly brushed against his face. What was that? Before he could react, a sticky, ticklish sensation surged over him again. Wang Dong reached out instinctively, his fingertips brushing against a warm, furry mass. Memories came flooding back to him.

At that moment, however, some figures remained calm, looking as if this were nothing out of the ordinary; others stood in silence, seemingly lost in thought. Most striking of all was the third-floor private box, from which not a single sound of dissent emerged.

Beside the great army, Sima Kuo—riding a Ferghana horse and flanking the troops to keep the participants in check—watched as the march reached its midpoint. With only ten thousand participants left, he could not help but feel a growing sense of doubt.

Hu Ke saw the expression on Lu Fei’s face and knew exactly what she was thinking; a faint smile appeared on his own.

Wang Tian also understood that, barring any accidents, a partnership between the two sides was inevitable. Since he had nothing pressing to do at the moment, if Xie Le wanted to discuss the matter, he would hear him out.

Old Qiu’s expression shifted, his face turning deathly pale as if he were recalling something terrifying.

What exactly was that critical "resource"? Was it material or energy? In what form did it exist, and what was its purpose? And where could such a resource be obtained?

Pan Ling shook her head once more; she truly could not understand why Wang Tian seemed so unconcerned about this matter. Perhaps this was a way to display his extraordinary nature, hoping to leverage it for additional benefits when it came time to negotiate.

A five-wheel spiritual object was a supreme treasure to a World Honored One. At that level, cultivation resources became increasingly scarce.

The ancestor looked at Guo Cai with a smile. She, too, could see that this situation was completely different from any they had faced before.

"It’s alright, I can understand, really. If I were you, I would probably be even more agitated," Chen Yufan hurriedly explained.

Casting a venomous look at the War Ghost, Vladimir turned sharply and left, swearing to himself that if he survived this main quest, he would certainly ask Magneto to intervene on his behalf.

Adjusting his mindset and casting aside all distractions, Fang Yihua knew that today was of critical importance to Uncle Shao. Otherwise, he would not have invited Feng Yifeng to the Jockey Club for a private conversation right before the anniversary gala began.

Only after verifying the background of the entire family did Feng Yifeng feel at ease signing the contract with him. A yacht was his private space; if he allowed someone with a questionable history to manage it, who knew what they might do? When it came to the safety and confidentiality of the yacht, Feng Yifeng could not afford to be anything less than meticulous.

At 5:30 PM, Bao Feiyang received a call from Zhao Liping, asking him to meet her at the entrance of Tianyuan Building at exactly 6:00 PM, promising she would arrive on time.

Leona struck down with her blade, then immediately spun around to deliver another, her greatsword sweeping across the legs of the man in black with a forceful gust of wind.

Calls to Bao Feiyang usually had to go through Chen Li, though the heads of the departments he oversaw generally had his direct line. The situation at the Transportation Bureau was unique, however; Bao Feiyang had not given his number to Yu Jinwei, but rather to Zhou Kuizhen and Gu Menghua.

Finally, after negotiations with the Cádiz government proved fruitless, Sir Wells abandoned those efforts and turned his attention to the aforementioned local forces.

With the coordination of many people, the task was finally completed before nightfall. They marked the lines with lime, and the stonemasons laid the foundation accordingly. Once the foundation stones were set, the masons could begin their work, laying bricks starting from the stones, while the ground was generally smoothed over with cement only after the house was built.