Chapter 59: The Crisis of Huaguo

Seeing Yang Baiwei's expression of gratitude, Ning Jun felt a lingering sense of emotional resonance in her heart.
Finding her family—Sister Yang was truly fortunate.
Yet, following closely behind was the immense pressure of supporting a household.
Ning Jun could not tell whether this was a blessing or a misfortune.
Yet, putting herself in that position, if her grandparents, father, and mother were still alive, no matter how bitter or exhausting it might be, she would be willing to stay with them.
"How wonderful," she thought, harboring a quiet envy for someone who had family members to miss and yearn for.

Qian Meihua was also left somewhat speechless. Lu Shuangyang never gave prior notice whenever he wanted to pay a visit, catching Qian Meihua off guard every single time.
If only he could also completely conceal the sound of his sword ringing and the subtle ripples of energy radiating outward the moment he drew it, that would be even more perfect.

Facing Liang Fei's rhetoric, the grey-robed, masked man cast a look of utter disdain. What Liang Fei had just said might work for surface-level open transactions and cooperation, but applying it here in the underground black market was utterly absurd.

Just as the few of them were eating dinner, Qi Yu sensed the movement of someone across the roof. With a flick of his greatcoat, the Rending Thorn pierced straight through the roof beams, immediately followed by a familiar cry of surprise.

"Yes, it is the Annihilation Method. Aside from this technique, there is also a fragmentary Rivers and Mountains Method, but it falls far short compared to the Annihilation Method," the Jade Scaled Ape nodded and said.

Cobest State was the stronghold of the Xuanmang family, as well as the ancestral nest where the family had lived for generations.

Zhang Yue asked with utmost sincerity, his tone seeming to carry a certain magical charm. Before he knew it, Yang Jian's emotions were stirred. "The Heavenly Court has encountered trouble, a huge trouble, and we need your help." By the time Yang Jian realized he had been influenced by Zhang Yue's spiritual power, he had already answered involuntarily.

The house was still standing there, yet the people who used to inhabit it were all gone. In that case, it could no longer be called a "home."

However, after he raised his head, the lingering anger remained on his face. At that moment, instead of an arrogant expression, his somewhat furious eyes were met with a smiling face—yes, an actual smiling face.

Seeing the opponent launch an attack, Leng Jiang kept his hands behind his back, drew his saber, and held it horizontally above his head, meeting the enemy with a move titled "Parting the Clouds to Stir the Sun." At the same time, he curled his body into a deep squat in a left bow stance, kicked the side of the boat to push against the river surface, and shifted his single-horn boat two to three meters to the right.

Utilizing the keen night vision of the Dark Elves, Drizzt carefully observed the surroundings and drew a conclusion.

To be honest, someone like Shuan, whom Ouyang Tong did not recognize, was relatively rare. Portraits of Shuan had already spread far and wide to many places.

"Go to the company and find Ye Long. From now on, all matters within the company will be handed over to him!" Ye Tian repeated once more.

The six young men holding long sabers were all relatives of the Song family. Just like the burly bald man, they had all come this time to celebrate his son's full-month milestone.

"Weren't you afraid that secretly inviting me here this time would scare away the fish you mentioned?" Lynn said.

After all, STG and EG both belonged to Group A, and their promotion pressure was immense. At this critical bottleneck moment in training matches, whether players or coaches had the chance to cozy up and gain even a shred of guidance or insight might just help them break through their bottlenecks.

Shuan did not continue to linger outside the bedchamber with Li Shimin; instead, he walked directly into the bedchamber.

Missiles filled the sky as densely as raindrops, and looking up, the entire vault of heaven was obscured by missiles trailing long tails of fire.

After all, the military was now entirely in Xu Qian's hands. Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun—this saying held true in this era as well.

Mistress Xiufang, whom they had always viewed as aloof, fiercely independent, refined, and elegant, was actually grinding ink for a man.

Suddenly, Lin Yumeng's eyes lit up as she spotted a patch of moving yellow sand. Under normal circumstances, Lin Yumeng might not have paid it any mind, but right now, she was wholeheartedly searching for someone and would never let slip even the tiniest clue.

Yet today, Qian Tong had acted so presumptuously toward her, forcing Fang Sisui to suspect that this was Lin Qingxuan's intention. The mere thought that she was growing increasingly distant from Lin Qingxuan left Fang Sisui feeling suffocated and short of breath.