Fell into the trap.

Ji Ningzhao had grown accustomed to the endless farewells of life. She had sent off the King of Chu, then gradually watched her elder brother and nephew depart as well. The people around her were slowly leaving, and the Star-Picking Pavilion already had its successor. Suddenly, Ji Ningzhao found it all rather meaningless.

But these matters no longer needed to be told to Ying Chongyun. Ji Ningzhao had once heard it said that when love begins to fade, the first thing to disappear is the desire to share.

When she mocked me like that, I wasn’t particularly angry; in that instant, my thoughts went straight to Li Miao, which left me in a foul mood.

Shen Jingyu was also stunned, staring mutely at Aunt Xiao’s departing figure, her heart awash in a torrent of complicated emotions.

Bullets exploded in dazzling flashes within the dark stairwell, the deafening noise sending shards of stone clattering to the floor. The young man retreated step by step, emptying every round from his pistol as he went.

Listening to a cute little girl address herself as “your king” was quite amusing; even knowing she was a mountain spirit, it was impossible to feel fear. Appearance holds immense sway over the human mind.

“Well then, let’s see—when that damned space portal opens, what gifts should we prepare to welcome our guests from afar?” Gao Sen said.

Wuhua attained enlightenment, while Zhang Bushi fell to darkness. The youthful years vanished without a trace, and the two closest friends began to walk radically different paths, drifting ever further apart.

In the larger room, Tie Xiaoyao saw the locked door and held little hope. When he finally opened it, before he could even look inside, a pungent stench assaulted him, making him jump in fright and hurriedly cover his nose and mouth.

Floating above his physical body, Amber Dust’s plain robes billowed, long hair streaming, his eyes brewing tides of violet radiance. As he lifted his hands, the wind and clouds seemed to stir, purple lightning twisting like serpents in his palms, thunder roaring.

Turning and leaving the room, the master and disciple had vanished. I descended the stairs, returning to the conference room. Seeing my arrival, the onmyoji began whispering among themselves.

Thus, Shibo believed: Jin’s belligerence was not without reason, for its borders faced the threats of Qin, Di, Qi, and Chu—four formidable foes. The security situation was dire; without the ancestors’ relentless expansion, peace would never be attained.

Hu Qing frowned slightly—a simple beauty trap seemed to make the driver forget he still had another passenger.

Wu’s father pretended not to notice the look his wife shot him, proceeding to bark out orders as usual.

Ji Muxuan called softly, but there was a hint of firmness in his tone, signaling Li to stop his scolding.

As Jiang Ye pressed onward in search of Daze Lake within the depths of the Land of Heaven’s Wrath, the war between the demons and humans raged with undiminished ferocity.

Xia Zhiqiu nodded and smiled at the old man, still holding a bottle of Green Giant—a last safeguard she left for everyone.

The following day dawned bright and clear. Han Xirui rose early, intending to help Song Xinmei curry favor with Han Zhen, only to discover he had already left the residence.

“Come on, let’s go to the apartment where I live now.” Kelly, beaming, took Hu Qing’s arm and walked toward the parking lot.

The Crown Prince, unable to vent his frustrations in court, now found the perfect outlet in Dugu Ye, who had conveniently come to him.

Gently coaxing, Yuanjing drew her into his embrace, producing a clean silk handkerchief to wipe away the tears at her eyes, a trace of helplessness flickering in his gaze.

After Han Xirui spoke, Mrs. Wang suddenly felt strength surge through her body and tried to sit up, only for Han Xirui to press her back down.

“You’re not worried about barging in and pounding on our door first thing in the morning?” Jin Yan replied, half laughing and half exasperated.

The car pulled over and stopped. Li Shou killed the engine and opened the door. “Remember, relax. There’s no need to be nervous.” With that cryptic remark, he got out first.