Day 28: Nothing on my mind.

"I am a busy man, you know." Zhao Yi waved his hand to dispel the barrier and checked his watch. The auction should be starting by now.

The entire palace was constructed from golden stone, requiring only a sliver of light to illuminate the vast hall.

Lin Peng was truly at his limit; his face was flushed deep red, and his arms were growing increasingly limp.

"What do you represent?" "We represent China!" Though these words were familiar to everyone, they still served to bolster the soldiers' morale.

"Snap!" Xie Cheng’s head lolled to the side, and he died in his wheelchair. Ma Li was shocked at the sight. Killed? Just like that, strangled to death?

It was 10:47 PM. Mi Lan, Tang Muyang, and Zuo Lun sat on the chairs outside the operating room.

When Yu Zi spoke these words, Pi’s eyes widened, his pupils nearly popping out in sheer astonishment.

"Good! Very good!" The passionate speech drew strong agreement from the Qiang and Di soldiers. Beigong Boyu’s expression hardened.

"The Hall of Supreme Harmony still requires my attention; I shall take my leave now." Pan Zhen’an flicked his horsetail whisk and retreated.

It seems I’ve been targeted by someone. Tu Shu recalled the incident outside the school and couldn't help but frown again.

Fearing I would choke on the dust, Cheng Ke had me wait outside while he cleaned the ancestral hall, only letting me in once he was finished.

Of course, it was possible the two sides had simply passed each other; after all, in the limited visibility of night, targets over a hundred meters away are difficult to detect.

He believed he could achieve such a feat himself, though that might be fifty or more years away.

Jin Lan set down her comb, knelt gratefully at the Empress's feet, and kowtowed with tears in her eyes, thanking her repeatedly.

If Ye Feng had been raised differently—for instance, if he had entered the Azure Dragon Academy from the start and cultivated until now—he would never have attained such a level of cultivation. Even advancing to the Golden Core stage would have been a pipe dream; at the very least, the unimaginable amount of spirit stones required would have been a persistent obstacle to his development.

Ye Feng pressed his finger against the evil spirit's forehead. He would never let this creature go, but now was not the best time to kill it; he would subdue it first.

Finally, after their relentless pestering, I had no choice but to agree to go to the hospital for a check-up.

As the monster passed by, its expression grew even dimmer. These were its kin, slaughtered by rocket launchers and left in pieces. As their elder, it could not avenge them and was forced to lead Han Long and the others. The depth of the hatred in its heart was unimaginable.

Li Mu remained seated there, looking at Geng Shuai's corpse. After sending a message to Lin Dongliang, he no longer had the strength to go any further.

As for how Sister Chen lectured Luo Yixuan, one could see the surprise on Luo Yixuan's face as she glanced at Ji Ting, followed by a look of embarrassment. She nodded vigorously, and when Sister Chen left, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, because the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder had not yet worn off, she was devoid of strength and internal energy, and could only glare at Zhao Min with crimson eyes.

Feng Xuan and the others already had a grasp of the Martial Arts Alliance's actions, but they showed no sign of it. After Gong Shiqin regained consciousness, she was placed under strict guard by men sent by her father.

Damn it, I’d love to talk, but isn’t my mouth blocked by you? Yan Fei subconsciously licked his lips. The lingering fragrance made him gaze at those alluring red lips; the bleeding wound was a testament to the ordeal they had just endured.

Only then could they vaguely perceive the shadows ahead, until the image slowly cleared and their vision fully returned.

Lin Chuancai had spent his life pondering how to revitalize the family business and navigate the merchant paths, never sparing a thought for his own descendants.

In fact, Di Baobao, whom everyone assumed was asleep, was tossing and turning in bed. She had only slept for a short while before dreaming again of that face—the one she loved yet was forced to abandon.

Xiao Feifei’s three-kick sequence was fluid and seamless, performed as if it were a single move. After finishing, she ignored her opponent, bowed to the referee, and ran toward Yue Longtian.

As his mind sank into the Hanyan tree, everything in the world was revealed to him. The sheer volume of information was almost too much for Xia Tian to bear, and he gritted his teeth.

"Yes, it is somewhat useful." Mo Liang rolled his eyes, gave a slight nod, and replied perfunctorily. No wonder this Chu Tingchuan could so easily suggest burning the maggots; he had been carrying a tinderbox all along.

Wu Wudi, ignoring how others felt, wailed at the top of his ragged lungs.

"Do you think I’m the same person I was before? You’ve miscalculated this time!" Kong Lou thought to himself. If it were before, he truly couldn't have broken through the opponent's defense, but now, he didn't even need to use his Shikai to do so.

The head of the hellish prison was named Du Zhou. Anyone who knew him would shudder; Sima Qian surely knew how 'cruel' the current Minister of Justice was.

The Wang and Dongfang families were the Xie family’s close neighbors and their primary rivals. The three families were evenly matched, locked in a subtle relationship of alternating conflict and cooperation.

"Yes, that’s right, the Prince and our Master are our family!" the servants said in unison.

Since the Ban Saint clan decided to strike at the forces under their opponent's command, this might be a viable approach. Once the opponent could no longer restrain themselves and stepped out from the barrier, that would be the moment of their defeat.

Guo Qin did not know that his half-joking, half-arrogant remark had stirred a massive storm in Lu Qiu’ning’s heart.

Lan Xing’er was startled. As she replayed the scene of the Cold Concubine’s arrival in her mind, she suddenly understood a little more.

As he hesitated, Tang Xi’s voice came from behind, as clear and moist as ever—so sexy that it made one’s skin itch. He was truly suited to be a gigolo.

Lu Jiuyin waved his hand, and the compass grew in size, hovering above Xu Chen’s head and radiating rings of yin-yang mystical light.

The ground beneath the snow was frozen into a thick layer of ice. It took Mo Xiaosheng a great deal of effort to dig a pit less than a foot and a half deep and under two meters long.