Chapter Sixty: Failure

Similarly, Zhao Ling’er’s heart raced, and her actions betrayed an excessive nervousness. Although she had seen her fair share of the world, this was the first time she found herself in such a situation. What exactly was happening? In truth, Zhao Ling’er herself didn’t know. If possible, she wished to avoid conflict with this woman, but Zhao Yuan needed to cultivate, and there was nowhere else suitable for cultivation in this place.

An icy dragon and a fiery dragon instantly enveloped the entire arena. The woman took no defensive measures in response—not out of fear, but because such a crude approach was unworthy of her attention. Still, she was preoccupied with other matters, so it hardly mattered.

“Really—

“Come by when you have time and have a drink,” Lin Xinyue said, then led her roommate out, opening the door and returning to their own room.

But she reminded herself: tonight’s host was her adversary, and she had entered his domain. Even if he didn’t intend to kill her, he should at least show himself.

After finishing the grilled fish, Xu Ziwen and her friends were about to leave, but noticed that Qi Yu had no intention of going.

The recent beast tide had plunged relations between Kyoto and Nagoya to freezing point. Who knew what Kyoto might do with this opportunity? Without someone watching, it was truly dangerous.

After parting ways with Wind of the Times, I cleared my mind and flew to another massive pit beside the army camp. The sands still surged, and the soldiers who had stood there were now devoured. The remaining soldiers shouted angrily, throwing sharp weapons like bows and spears into the pit, but to little effect—they barely harmed it.

Those sixteen characters seemed imbued with an innate nobility and dominance, an air of unrivaled supremacy, a lofty aura that dared defiance, and a solitary pride akin to cold heights where none could match.

Unable to find Si Qingqing and worried that Lu Anke might be anxious, Liang Xiao decided to help Lu Anke buy clothes. He wore casual clothes instead of the patient’s gown he had worn downstairs, prompted by the strange looks he’d received earlier.

Hearing such scornful taunts, Yun Xiao merely smiled, undisturbed and unruffled. What others thought meant nothing to him; Yun Xiao had never cared for the opinions of those irrelevant to him—he cared only for the people that mattered.

Aunt Jiang refused to give up. Now that her child had returned, she could not rest until this matter was resolved—she was determined to find them.

At that moment, a muffled voice sounded from outside. Fang Yeming frowned, climbed to the roof to listen intently, and his expression changed. Those nearby, seeing this, anxiously approached to ask.

“I’ll help Old Master Tian make the necessary contacts,” Ye Ye’s mother said in a low voice. She needed to reach out to those who handled final affairs, as Old Master Tian’s health made moving around difficult—she would contact the people for the funeral arrangements on his behalf.

“Yes, absolutely!” Wang Zhen searched the workers around him with excitement, uncertain who it was.

Da Zhuang and the cameraman wasted no time and began uploading and organizing content for the program's public account.

Liu An paid little mind; after all, relying on Dawn Valley could earn him tens of thousands of emotional points in a few months. As Dawn Valley flourished, his emotional gains would only increase.

Though these fifteen days had been arduous, their hearts brimmed with hope and anticipation for the future.

Zhu Xiongying, seeking a way out from Zhu Changye, suddenly realized he could not rely solely on Zhu Changye. Such dependence now—what would happen in the future?

“Haha! Nan Nan, let’s be friends!” Gao Yuan said cheerfully, unable to help himself.

Although she felt disconnected from the affairs of this era, she did not wish for anyone to lose their life because of her.

Moreover, she shunned fame and credit, attributing all achievements to Karen. The teacher always preferred quietness.

“All right, go back and read the letter. Sigh, Comrade Qin was truly remarkable—you certainly didn’t waste your goodwill on her,” Aunt Luo’s companion lamented.

Bei Anlu released the man’s neck, and the skin above it was left marred and uneven.