Volume 1, Chapter 62: "Fair and Honest to All Ages"?

A moment later, five male and three female department heads gathered in Wu Junshan's office.

Zhang Weimin sat in the boss's chair, casting a stern and cold glance over the group of people before him.

"You, you were the one who changed my clothes?" Hearing this, Su Lian immediately sprang up like a coiled spring. Good grief! What did he mean by嫌弃 (disgust/contempt)? Was that even the main point? The main point was that he was a man—how could he possibly change her clothes?

Seeming to carry a faint smile, Mu Xiya's voice was very soft. Yet even such a soft voice felt like a series of soft, dull blades, stabbing into Su Lian's heart over and over again, causing her agonizing pain that stopped just short of killing her.

Seeing this, Ye Muyu felt somewhat uneasy. Madam Yuan was a different story; after all, since she was currently carrying a child, she naturally counted as a precious person in the household. But she herself would not have it nearly as easy. After all, Ye Muyao was the eldest sister, and if she refused to step aside now, her reputation would not look good either.

The old matriarch's heart and mind were entirely consumed by her grandson nowadays, so naturally she did not look after Ye Muyao as she used to, though she was not exactly unkind to her either.

Having made the agreement, Bian'an wanted to return to the noodle shop first to report to Ruo Tian and the others, and also to reassure her father, so she walked toward the noodle shop together with the unicorn.

"I'm afraid that once you see what happens next, you'll blame me for not stopping you," Liu Wen said in a low voice, clearly intending to keep him in suspense.

"Indeed," Feng San rubbed his hands together. Regardless of whether a piece of his clothing was now missing, he prepared to step down, but Feng Yi blocked his path.

If they were to deceive a spirit once more this time and get caught again, the consequences would likely go far beyond simply being driven away.

Originally, his face had grown increasingly gloomy, resembling a sky on the verge of a thunderstorm. Yan Wushuang would surely let out a loud shout and then accuse her of numerous wrongs to salvage his pride as a prince. That much was to be expected.

That single address of "grandfather" filled Lu Anbang's heart with both warmth and sorrow. She had acknowledged her grandfather and her bloodline, yet she had not uttered a single word calling him "father."

Long Aotian's lips curved into a slight smile, and he said nothing more. The fierce wind raged on, driving sand and dust straight into his mouth, making it difficult to even see the defensive line a mere three hundred paces away.

Accompanied by the rising purple Qi, a majestic and imposing aura suddenly surged forth within the sea of flowers.

Ever since returning from the amusement park, Zhang Shangjin had barely seen Dan Yuxin for half a month, managing only to make a phone call and chat for a few minutes late at night.

Some time later, the mortal Jade Emperor, traveling under the alias Zhang Baining on his way to visit relatives and friends, encountered a robbery on the road. The target of the robbery happened to be the mortal Queen Mother.

Inside the tavern, Dongfang Yinan continued to drink quietly. Completely unaware of the surrounding security situation—otherwise, he certainly would not have allowed that young man to leave.

No deity would ever pause here, because compared to the rest of the Primordial World, this place possessed zero resources. In other regions, legends occasionally circulated of people discovering special secret realms or stumbling upon spiritual treasures, but in the Western Continent of Slaughter, such things had never happened—or rather, even if they did, no one would believe it.

Seeing this, she realized she truly could do nothing to help them other than keep them from starving and perhaps spare their lives, leaving them with some hope for the future.

Immediately afterward, a white-robed ninja rushed out with a roar, shattering the car's tempered glass with a single punch.

A thunderclap seemed to echo in the depths of his mind, and Li Jiangye abruptly raised his head, looking toward Yihan City.

On one side was his own biological mother, and on the other was Tingchuan's face and reputation; Xiao Yu felt she truly was caught in the middle, pleasing no one.

Holding a long sword, Shen Jie unleashed a surge of sword Qi that tore the ground beneath her feet apart inch by inch.

After issuing three consecutive orders, Zheng An motioned for everyone to withdraw, leaving only Yin Yi, the leader of the Salt Gang, behind.

Without any hesitation, Chu Yi flicked his mind, and a vortex materialized in his palm, sucking that bloody force directly into his body.

Shen Cangmang's eyes widened. Then, with great difficulty and disbelief, he lowered his head to look at his own chest.

A hole had been torn open in the backs of the two corpses, yet no blood flowed out because all their internal organs had completely vanished, and the blood on the wounds seemed to have been licked clean by a lion.

Nan Yuheng: The emperor's son, possessing a frail physique; hiding in the shadows to watch her youth bloom, while he bore half a lifetime of glorious splendor.

Hearing this, Long Teng felt a surge of secret delight. But since he had always loved flattery, he felt he was worthy of every bit of praise. Hearing Xuan Zhen's words, he forgot even the most basic modesty.

The two had been embracing cheek to cheek, and at Ye Meijing's words, Long Teng naturally saw it too. Not far ahead in the boundless ocean, a few lights flickered in the darkness, rising and falling with the fierce winds and waves.

"What is it, Brother Lin?" Hearing Lin Xuan's words, the fat man abruptly turned his head to look at him with a solemn expression.

"Many thanks to you," Lin Feiwen smiled. Had it not been for the explanation from the Spirit of Mount Nan, he would never have known that the bodies of the Five Sacred Mountains possessed such immense potential.

Under the sect of the Master of Tongtian, there had indeed been several Quasi-Sages and Primordial Immortals sitting in the audience back then, so naturally they had frequently preached about the opportunities to attain sanctification.

Squid and the others were originally about to continue playing cards, but upon hearing Ran Qianqian's dainty and coquettish scolding, they instantly grew interested again. They turned back to glance in her direction, the corners of their mouths curling into playful grins.

He tasted the dishes one by one. There were zero flaws in the seasoning, and the presentation was immaculate—a hundred times better than some of the Chinese restaurants in Country C.

"Senior... can this junior make two more requests?" Zhouang raised two fingers, his tone growing even weaker as he frantically tested the boundaries on the edge of death.

Standing on the other side of Yuan Shengshi, Zhou An found himself losing his patience again. This Yuan Shengshi... truly loved to reason. What was the point of bickering about such a topic? Wu Xukuan had simply come to pick a fight, so they should have just shut him down directly instead of engaging in pointless chatter.

It was a sense of serene detachment: let the winds and waves surge all around, I remain as steady as a mountain; let thousands of changes occur, my resolve is as firm as a rock.

The moment she caught sight of Ming Chuan's appearance, her eyes lit up ever so slightly before dimming once more.

I kept myself tightly pressed against Li Qin's back, walking while keeping a close eye on her to prevent this traitor from pulling any tricks.

Liva, dispatched to handle affairs in the northern lands, did not take long at all to secure definitive replies from the leaders of numerous armed factions in the north.