046. [Jincheng Group]

8:02 PM.

The sunset had long since faded, sinking into the cold night like smoldering ashes.

Then, the mottled lights flared up like cannon fire, dispersing the darkness that blanketed the city at night. The crowds remained bustling; even as daylight completely vanished, for this city it marked merely the beginning of another way of life.

Commuters hurried briskly in and out of the station, their footsteps swift yet following a rhythmic order.

Li Ling gradually reined in her potent internal energy, suppressing it to match Fang Luo’s level, engaging him in a measured exchange.

“Zhou Qianqian, is there something you need? If not, Yi Yi and I have matters to discuss,” Gu Xicheng issued a clear dismissal. Though the instigator was the person in his arms, she was his cherished one; no matter how she acted, she was right, and others were wrong.

Yun Yiyi’s smile left Fei Mo momentarily stunned. She was like the most exquisite blossom in the world—a smile that could captivate a city and a heart, rendering all else dull by comparison.

Qian Junfeng looked at Su Nuan with eyes so stiffened he felt his entire body tense. He awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Xia Qing’s hand trembled sharply but steadied the next moment, then she pushed Bai Sheng away.

This was their wedding—the celestial union witnessed by the heavens, symbolizing a vow for eternity, through all lifetimes.

No matter how one told it, accidentally arriving on an “unknown” planet and then unexpectedly acquiring the “living time-travel technology”—such a tale sounded far more incredible than falling off a cliff and stumbling upon a billion soul coins.

Yet, when Li Ling truly drew close to these people, becoming the one sacrificed for all, she found herself compelled to retreat by a thousand miles.

Luo Jialiang also sensed his own transformation. It was because the dream he had experienced, just as Luo Qingyan described, showed him thriving in the political arena and eventually ascending to high office. Though the dream had ended, the experiences had imprinted deeply on his mind, quietly altering his demeanor.

“This hundred thousand is already so heavy; I wonder if I’ll still be able to carry it when it’s ten million,” Meng Zuo shook the money pouch, the clinking of gold coins sounding inside.

He particularly emphasized one point: the port is part of transportation infrastructure, characterized by large-scale investment and long construction periods.

Moreover, at present, Huimin Bike faces a host of fierce competitors, so it’s far from rock-solid; exercising rights here might even lead to losses.

Shen Ji read the message from Cao Mo and understood his uncle’s move this time. It made Cao Mo completely give up any illusions of relying on Dongsheng. He must rally his own strength in Kanaim to directly confront the Jidam family’s power.

Su Feng thought this likely related to the fact that the Great Celestial Television Network currently broadcasts only two NBA games a week.

Lu Zheng’s head ached; he was about to fall into a passive position. How could he agree outright? This was just a business—businesses must consider profitability. They are not cradles for talent cultivation; that is the role of schools and non-profits, and besides, he was already involved in such efforts.

“No, brother. As long as I have breath in me, I will never abandon you.” Er Ming roared fiercely, stamping his feet hard. A ring of intense yellow light spread behind him, once again delaying the approaching enemies. The powerful gravity reduced all vegetation within the light’s radius to dust.

The Blade of Athena was drawn from the body of Hell Path Pain, trailing a nearly ink-black stream of blood.

On the surface, Meng Zuo was carefree every day, eating and drinking as usual. Yet, at night, he would stare blankly at his phone, watching gossip about unknown celebrities or news from unfamiliar cities, feeling utterly hollow inside.

But when the final report card came out, the figure looming above all left them in disbelief.