Chapter 58

This left Bai Yi somewhat baffled. In his memory, whether it was Xuandu right before him or Daoist Qingxu from the past, both were the type of people who would remain completely unfazed even if Mount Tai were to collapse right before their eyes. What on earth could have happened to make Xuandu act this way? Could the Saint Lord Laozi truly have foreseen something ominous?

Aside from Su Lanxiang's low, muffled sobs, everyone fell silent. They felt anxious in their hearts yet utterly helpless; all they could do was wait.

Therefore, Xie Lang ordered a cup of iced water, sat alone at a table in the corner, and began to keep a watchful eye on the movements all around him.

The entire hall was astonished. It seemed that the man named Yi Hongchen had not used an Earth-tier bow and arrow earlier, but had only brought it out when dealing with Ling Yan.

Mo Moxian felt that she was suffering immensely today. She had been taking care of a patient the entire time, yet the patient before her stubbornly refused to appreciate her efforts, casually waving a large hand and nearly knocking over her bowl of medicine.

"I need to draw the design blueprints now. As for you all, just keep doing whatever you normally would." Having said that, Su Qing did not look at them again and immediately buried her head in her work.

At least once he fell into Li Feng's hands, whether or not he would be killed by Li Feng was no longer something he needed to consider. Besides, he knew very well that if he truly fell into Li Feng's custody, there would naturally be people coming to rescue him.

Over the next few days, Bai Yi stayed entirely within the Qingfeng Temple, turning into a shut-in who never stepped outside. To avoid the awkwardness of encountering Yang Chan alone, Bai Yi spent these past few days peacefully meditating in his room. Although a mere few days could not yield any miraculous progress in cultivation, Bai Yi simply refused to go outside.

At this moment, Professor Luo retained not even a shred of a professor's demeanor; he looked merely like a vicious and violent thug.

"Senior, did you have a good winter vacation?" Su Qing asked with absolute politeness, yet it was precisely this politeness that widened the distance between them.

As Huai Zhen spoke these words, she stared at the silhouette of Xize lying flat beside her on the bed, almost moved to tears without even knowing what had touched her so deeply.

Whenever Chi Zao thought about Wei Xiao taking on this drama behind her back, she grew furious. Right now, she had no desire to speak to Wei Xiao at all; if not for work-related reasons, she would never have bothered with him.

However, upon seeing Lin Tea, the smile on her face seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second, though she still nodded gracefully and smilingly toward Lin Tea.

Having been away from acting for a long time, and now returning with utmost sincerity to make this drama a success, she naturally had to push herself harder.

The post-match meals at the Crossen cafeteria fell far short of the pre-match final supper. Not only the players from the Crossen Show, but even the players from the Hyacinth Show found them difficult to endure.

With that, Gu Xi gave Yan Xiyue no further chance to speak and directly hung up the phone. He glanced at Xiao Kai, who sighed in relief, leaned back onto the sofa's cushion, took a deep breath, and tried his best to calm his racing mind.

However, if the guest involved in the incident was entangled with drug dealers, the trouble would be massive. Not only would he, the director, be implicated, but the entire production team, and perhaps even the Beijing Television Station, might get dragged into it.

In reality, Shen Qingshui should have been at home at this time, wrapping dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala with her older brother and mother, but for the sake of her friend, she had no choice but to come over.

It was just that, although she understood the situation crystal clear in her heart, this whole affair was still Wei Xiao's fault—he had deceived her. If she were to forgive him after just a few sentences, it would make her seem too easy to coax and lacking in pride. Thus, Chi Zao kept her chin tilted up, wearing a haughty expression that screamed, "I still haven't forgiven you."

At this moment, those Cao soldiers all had bloodshot eyes, looking like a herd of rutting bulls.

Upon seeing this zither, Cao Shengxiao felt a surge of joy, believing that Bowén would definitely be able to defeat Zong Zichen, which could also be considered venting her anger.

After practicing for a period of time, she discovered that her cultivation level had made virtually no progress, and if she wished to achieve a breakthrough, the process would be immensely long.

When Ji Tongfu witnessed this scene, his previously straight posture instantly sagged, and his back became hunched. The confidence and arrogance on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced entirely by shock and disbelief.

If Yang Mingkou were to find out that the Flying Cavalry had been used as a stake in a gamble to accumulate wealth privately, the position of Grand General of the Flying Cavalry that he had just acquired would likely be stripped away by the other party once more.

Li Shaofan muttered a response while inwardly starting to murmur: Asking the Saints to step in? Are you joking? The Saints wouldn't bother with such trivial matters. My Master and the others will definitely agree with my approach; that's an absolute certainty. If I didn't even have this bit of confidence, I, Li Shaofan, wouldn't bother mixing in this world anymore.

Many people are perfectly fine when they don't drink, but the moment they start drinking—especially when they drink to excess—trouble is bound to happen. At that point, certain negative emotions simply cannot be suppressed, and if something goes wrong, nobody will look good in the end.

Yi Fan merely extended a massive silver palm, pressed down on the horse's head, grabbed the back of its neck, and hoisted it high into the air.

General Roll-Blind, wasn't it just breaking a single object? Does the immensely wealthy Heavenly Court really care about that? To force the man into the quicksand river and subject him to heart-piercing agony every seven days—you guys are truly too cruel, damn it all.

At the summit of the mountain, the Falling Flower Divine Palm struck the open ground, forcefully gouging out deep pits in the earth.

That Hand's faith deity's understanding of chaos was not only one-sided, but it even regarded life and death as the entirety of chaos. Perhaps that hopeless, meat-grinder-like will was the Hand's faith deity's interpretation of chaos and its steadfast belief, but in Sean's eyes, it appeared both utterly laughable and terrifying.