Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Emblem Others Coveted a Lifetime For Was Something She Did Not Care For at All

Hearing Meng Yuan’s name again, Reside frowned slightly. He had tried his absolute best to forget that name, even going so far as to restrain himself from going to the police station to sign the papers just to see her one last time.

"She has nothing to do with me. You can contact her yourself."

With that, Reside hung up the phone.

The dean was certain the two must have had a falling out, but with the Colonel involved, he felt Miss Meng couldn't be in too much trouble.

After hanging up, Reside felt as though he had exhausted every ounce of his strength. He finally understood that while falling in love with someone is simple, forgetting the person you love is infinitely harder.

"Meng Yuan, what am I supposed to do when I still can't forget you?"

He caught sight of a badge resting on the table.

If an outsider were to see it...

Countless thoughts flashed through Ma Wujiu’s mind in that instant. Finally, he let out a long sigh, shook his head, and slipped out of the hall quietly while no one was watching.

Looking at Lin Zijin nearby, she appeared like a startled rabbit, still hunched in a defensive posture, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful and forlorn.

"Alright, go ahead with your work; I’m in no hurry." Zhou Kun couldn't help but straighten his clothes as he sat on the sofa, his eyes roaming around the room. He thought to himself, *If I could one day work in an office like this, how wonderful that would be. Tsk, tsk, to reach this level at such a young age—truly impressive.*

Even after their group had left the stage, the audience continued to cheer, chanting her name incessantly.

His voice was cold and filled with oppressive authority. Receiving his command, the man reached out with both hands to tear at her clothes. The screams nearby grew even more harrowing. Shen Beitang bit her lip; unable to struggle free, she simply squeezed her eyes shut.

Leaning against a large tree to catch his breath for a long while, Zhang He finally calmed his surging blood, and his complexion gradually began to look a little better.

The crowd seemed to have forgotten that the star of the night was Miss Lingze, all of them watching the dramatic scene of jealousy with great excitement.

"Sister Mi, I admit I’ve been practicing martial arts, but I am truly not practicing any sinister or evil techniques." Tang Tianyou felt deeply wronged.

This liquor was brewed by Shen Yue in Xudu; its potency was unknown. Zhang Kang felt as though someone had lit a fire in his gut, the flames erupting from his throat.

Talents like these can emerge without deliberate cultivation; that is why sometimes, the emergence of certain problems is far more terrifying than anyone imagines.

A figure darted past the doorway in a hurry, ascended the stairs in a few quick strides, knocked twice on Mother Jin’s door, and slipped inside.

The more Sun Bing pondered this possibility, the more excited he became, because in his eyes, it was truly achievable.

After Chen Qing entered the room, the middle-aged man poked his head out to scan both sides. Seeing no suspicious persons outside, he slowly closed the door.

Once Qian Mian regained consciousness, he was personally escorted by Shu Li back to the Prince Li Manor, where he resided in the main courtyard alongside Bu Tang. The main courtyard had many side rooms and a pleasant environment, perfect for recuperation.

"Well, I should head to the Pear Garden today. It’s been a long time, and I wonder how my master is doing." Jun Yaoyue’s eyes were filled with nostalgia.

Zi Xi’s face turned dark, and she covered her forehead with her hand, silently chanting: *I don’t know him. I don’t know him.*

Likewise, the other great beings above the level of Saints moved to block the aftermath of the attacks. A long time later, the battlefield between the two realms gradually returned to calm.

"Sister, I’m taking A-Li out for a stroll." Shen Qingqiu hugged Jun Yaoyue, his smile exceptionally gentle.

Five minutes later, Professor Tang had joined in, exchanging one sentence after another with Ren Zitao.

Hearing Di Tianqing’s words, Xue Wuqing pursed his lips, his inner thoughts likely much the same as Lie Rufeng’s.

Liu Rusu’s expression sank. Their purpose in coming was to find Di Jiuyuan, but... she had originally planned to keep Long Xiao and the others under her control to search for Di Jiuyuan’s whereabouts step by step, using them as leverage against her.

"Sir, this is the bill for your dinner tonight, totaling two hundred thirteen thousand eight hundred yuan." A server approached Xiao Shanhe and politely handed him the bill.

Lu Ye did not speak. He simply stared in a daze for a while before continuing forward, entering the tower directly. As he drew near, many noticed an old man sitting at the tower entrance. One of his legs was missing—he was an amputee. The old man leaned on a cane, looking disheveled, and paid no attention to the crowd.

Seeing Qi Yue’s formal, disciplined movements, Xue Yao felt weary. She had told him many times that he didn't need to bow to her, but Qi Yue never seemed to take her words to heart.

This was the narrative they had pre-arranged with Ye Luo. Although they hadn't told Ye Luo their true purpose for coming to the Rain Kingdom, they repeatedly assured her they were not there to act as spies.

Although the two had already shared an intimate relationship, she was still not used to exposing her body in front of Li Weidong.

After all, in addition to overseeing the release of new films, Xiang Yuanzheng had to keep an eye on Moti, leaving his schedule tightly packed.

Within a radius of several dozen miles, there was no one left. As soon as Ning Luo appeared and injured Ye You with a single strike, those from the major sects had already fled, terrified of becoming collateral damage.

After leaving the Charm Blue Bar, Xiao Shanhe immediately called Qin Qingqiu to let her know he was safe, then drove his Lamborghini back to Shanhe Residence. As he reached the large iron gate, he saw Dong Kui.

Seeing his son’s actions, Cheng Mo’s face clouded with a trace of anger, while Wang Yishun nodded in conviction.

Shen He was already mesmerized, his hands trembling slightly as he caressed the paper where the ink was still wet, feeling the sheer force emanating from the calligraphy.

"Alright, it’s a deal. I’ll wait for you in the office tomorrow afternoon." With that, Geng Shuang hung up the phone.

The coordination of the three men was relentless, causing his footwork to fall into chaos. In the moment he lost his footing and fell, he thrust his long spear, pinning one of them into another spring.