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Dong Shanhe remained optimistic about his plans for farming. With his current psychic power, he could control an area with a radius of five thousand meters around him; that was a diameter of ten thousand meters. In such a vast expanse, a single thought from him could till the land and sow the seeds.

“He’s gone to the north bank to observe the myriad beasts. He said he wants to practice the Water Realm divine art,” Zhou Xinqi answered.

Since the work involved hazard removal, reinforcement, and termite prevention, most of the company’s main staff were laborers, paid by the day. Even the lowest-ranked workers started at a monthly salary of six thousand.

“You should cut ties with Prince An in the future,” Ling Yunyang said, his expression serious and not at all joking.

Zheng Yuandong frowned at the sight, thinking to himself that morale should be encouraged, never undermined. Such behavior from a senior would surely dampen everyone’s spirits, which was highly inappropriate. He wanted to step in but, daunted by Jin Ye’s cultivation, he found himself unable to speak.

“Let’s go.” The words were cold and indifferent. Though they were used to hearing this voice, the three still felt something different this time.

Their interactions had always followed the same pattern: Ling Feifei talking nonstop while Xiao Chuhuan listened in silence. Now, with sudden quiet, Xiao Chuhuan found himself unaccustomed to it.

In the blink of an eye, the light vanished, and a long spear, its shaft entwined with dazzling patterns, hovered before Liu Mu.

Chen Hai seemed to have prepared everything in advance. The private room was a grand hall spacious enough to accommodate dozens of diners at once, resplendent and lavishly decorated.

Now, under protection, they could do as they pleased, ignoring everything else. Even if the king of heaven himself showed up, he would end up in the same situation.

Imagine a principal telling students on the first day of school, “If you’re busy with work, you don’t have to come to class. Whether you skip openly or take leave, I’ll cover for you…” It hardly seemed like he wanted Wan Qi to focus on studying.

He was ordered to escort Princess Zhaoren to Xiliang, and upon his return, found that his sister’s crippled leg had been cured by the divine physician Ling.

“Eldest sister, is your husband at home? Did he go out for a walk, or is he simply not here?” Tian Fengying, left with no choice, asked in a gentle tone.

What was this snake up to? She suddenly thought of Yuanbao. The first time she met it, it had behaved the same way, immediately coiling around her wrist when she stretched out her hand.

While waiting to make her report, Xiu Qiqi exchanged a few idle words with Chang Guanyan. She wondered why this time it was not Chang Guanyan and Chang Guanrui who had disappeared together. Most likely, it was a false alarm, and Chang Guanrui had left of her own accord.

How could they possibly allow Wan Qi to remain in the Heavenly Palace? But then, why wouldn’t it let Wan Qi leave?

“No way! We’re going back tomorrow, so what’s the point of filming? I barely shot anything yesterday, and now you won’t let me film today. Why am I even here?” Xu Zuoyan turned away, refusing to accept Ye Kaicheng’s domineering terms.

“My younger brother is always a bit slow, and he must have caused you a great deal of trouble.” Once Xu Zuoyan had departed, Xu Shiyun smiled and invited Ye Kaicheng into the hall, apologizing as she arranged the flowers in a vase.

While Wan Qi was working hard at her studies, Manager He secretly took another photo of her, thinking about posting it on Weibo.

“This name was chosen by me, your grandmother, your grandfather, and our other teammates. I suppose you could call us your forebears,” Xu Guang’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory.

Hearing the Holy Master of the Void speak, Yang Qi nodded to himself. This was probably the real reason the Celestial Master of Tongtian had demanded half the world—given his identity and power, the Holy Master of the Void did not want a falling-out, so he agreed.

“Is… is that all?” Song Zhengyan’s voice trembled, her eyes instantly reddening as tears welled up, ready to fall at any second.

Moreover, the psychic energy within this Mind-Gathering Pearl had been willingly infused by the ancestors, making it gentle and friendly, never capable of harming the inheritor.

Back in reality, Nan Ying’s heart, which had moments before been wild with joy, was suddenly consumed by seething hatred.

“How laughable, truly laughable. So what if I forced myself on your sister back then? What can you do—do you really think you two can avenge her?” Zhu Tianyu laughed maniacally, a touch of madness in his eyes as he looked at Qin Yun and Marquis Bishui with utter disdain.

She had no idea who had captured her, and cried for help, but no one responded. She had been imprisoned ever since, and only today did she learn that it was not Princess Anguo, nor Nan Ying, but the Empress herself who was behind it.

After bidding farewell to Merkel, Yang Qi moved his hand, tearing open the space before him and stepping through.

Since meeting him, Chi Yuewan felt she was no longer herself. Again and again, she had no idea what she was doing or what she even wanted. In this moment, she could not explain why her feelings for him had grown so complicated.

After selecting two models, Murong Yunshang asked the shopkeeper to engrave Long Yuchun’s license plate number on one side, and, instead of words or a phone number on the other, to paint a dragon with her own name “Yun” in the corner.

How did she suddenly become an aunt? And why did the wedding dress look so different—especially with such an ugly headscarf?