Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Sea God's Betrothal Gift — The Celestial Pearl of Pride

Little Shadow scoffed, “Don’t resist, accept me.”

Jiang Wangshu’s mind was filled with confusion, and in the next instant, the contract seal surged with the fierce spiritual power unique to Little Shadow, firmly seizing control of the entire imprint.

She felt as if her brain was being squeezed in someone’s palm—strange, yet somehow exhilarating.

Suddenly, a violent disturbance surged ahead.

The air rippled in waves, as if a wild beast was lurking beneath a cloth.

A hiss!

From the outside, it was clear: the martial aura had fully condensed, and a sword, bold enough to question the heavens, was born. Sensing its master’s tragic resolve, it let out a mournful cry of its own.

The sports car started again. When it stopped in front of the Ji Corporation building, Ji Zeyou got out and blocked Guan Xin Tong’s path, “Who was the person you were on the phone with just now?” It sounded casual, but there was a tense edge to his voice.

“Lord Xie, you flatter me.” Mufeng’s reply was ambiguous in its weight; after so many years of effort, he had finally seen his work fulfilled. Trembling, he withdrew to his seat, his face glowing with pride and vigor.

“It was Sir who insisted on coming back. He said this was his responsibility, and no one else should bear the blame!” Wu Yueluo responded.

In truth, she had no desire to compete with Wei Lan in this matter. Whether Ji Zeyou regained his memory or not, he would choose her. Yet Wei Lan was unwilling to let go, stubbornly refusing to accept defeat, so Wu Yueluo merely gave her a chance. Even if Wei Lan couldn't move on afterward, she would have no regrets, for she had tried her utmost.

It turned out Second Brother was not in the country. While it was morning here, it was dawn over there, and at that moment, he had just been awakened after falling asleep.

Guan Xin Tong hesitated, wanting to refuse but lacking the strength to push him away. In the end, she simply closed her eyes slowly. Even lying in bed, her body felt light and uncontrollable, her mind unable to think and even a bit dizzy. The sensation weighed on her heart, causing her to furrow her brow deeply.

Moreover, making the head of an ancient clan a puppet fulfilled Qin Feng’s vanity to its highest degree.

Reminded by Wang Bing, Zhou Yunhan grew increasingly uneasy. No wonder Du Zitong kept urging her to eat more and piling food on her plate; in retrospect, it was certainly odd.

The brilliance of the night finally drew its curtain. Yet that once-in-a-millennium spectacle lingered deeply in the hearts of all who witnessed it, unforgettable.

Zhang Yi had a rough guess about the fluctuations in time, but deciding which direction to refine the pill was hardly an easy choice.

Now, Tang Yi’s strength far surpassed Shangguan Siyu’s, completely crushing her. Why would he still be willing to stand a head shorter than her?

Seeing the result of the draw, the audience erupted in astonishment, even more excited than when Zhou Bingyu and Chen Yufang drew their lots.

During their tea and conversation, Xuan Yuan Wuming observed in detail: Mingxi’s tea ceremony, rich in Eastern charm, was not only pleasing to the eye but produced excellent tea. Even with her eyes covered, Mingxi’s technique remained perfectly practiced and precise.

It wasn’t so shocking that Qian Ziwei’s cooking could move people to tears.

Watching Tang Yi take time to tease his pet at such a moment, Ba frowned, feeling a touch of displeasure.

Gathering abundant energy wasn’t so easy; it squandered what little resources the allied foreign army had. Now that the human race had destroyed it, the loss was immeasurable for the other side.

“You—you’re impressive. We’ll meet in the imperial capital. Cherish the days you have left.” Feng Linye’s face darkened, forced to utter a threat before he turned and swept out with a flourish.