Chapter 47: The First Snow of New Year, Journeying Together into the Coming Year

Beneath a vast, azure sky, white clouds drifted lazily, appearing so close one felt they could reach out and touch them. The sprawling grasslands invited a deep sense of calm; taking a deep breath filled the lungs with crisp, fresh air.

"Might I trouble you to announce me? I am Xiang Yang, and I seek an audience with Marshal Jiahua." Knowing that courtesy was essential in the Martial Realm, Xiang Yang retrieved a silver coin from his spatial ring and slipped it discreetly into the palm of the imperial guard.

The corpulent man roared angrily, "Lu Feitian, what on earth are you playing at? I brought you here to teach this fellow a lesson and break his legs, not for you to address him as 'Master'! Have you actually grown addicted to playing the grandson to this guy?"

"So that's how it is. Well, then, congratulations to brother Xiang Yang. By the way, let me ask you about... about the Martial Seal." Li Wu's expression turned somewhat bashful.

Jiao Yuting was quite the prominent figure at school, but he had never entertained any thoughts of that nature. Right now, he just wanted to clear the air and set things straight.

"Surely I haven't been conned by that old freak of a master, have I?" A white-haired, eccentric old man flashed through Ye Feng's mind.

The moment Qi Tianba stepped into the imperial palace, a wave of intense excitement surged through him. He was operating completely under the radar, and as someone intimately familiar with the layout of the inner palace, all he needed to do was lie in ambush. Once Yun Lin appeared, with his formidable strength, he could assassinate him on the spot with the Overlord Spear.

Mark Hillfo, standing nearby, suddenly spoke up, "Davis, have you ever considered what will happen if you abduct someone? Do you think the shipping companies in Golden Mountain Port will simply let it go? I imagine all of them maintain their own armed guards."

After checking Yu Ming's appearance, Yu Ming gestured for Yu Cuixiao to turn around. Perhaps it was Yu Ming's gentle demeanor that had disarmed much of her wariness, as Yu Cuixiao obediently complied without hesitation.

Whether Zixian was merely murmuring to herself or had truly heard An Lingchen's words, her fingers twitched slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. A single tear tracked down the corner of her eye and came to rest upon the pillow.

On that day, Xiao Mingrui went outside the city to welcome him upon his triumphant return to the capital. At the very first sight of Xiao Mingchen, he found himself momentarily stunned.

"Alright then, I'll listen to you in everything." Qi Xin'er calmed her emotions and stood up with the support of Bai Tingyu.

Catching sight of Ethan's photograph, he muttered dismissively, "What's so great about a foreigner?" With that, he reached out to snatch the phone away.

I let out a soft murmur and felt for the shattered sterling silver sachet hanging at my waist. A quiet sigh escaped my lips; even if Wei Junyao were to bring me over right now, time would likely have already run out.

Norman wanted to retort, but the moment he met An Lingchen's eyes, the words vanished from his mind.

With a flick of his wrist, the black Medusa ring spun and slithered like a phantom. Wicked souls were Medusa's absolute favorite.

Luo Qing was not picky at all, promptly finishing off two large glasses of milk, several croissants, two fried eggs, and three sausages.

An Lingchen surely had an even bigger announcement to make, one that might very well subvert the current Mafia entirely.

Yet how could Master Murong ever believe such a thing? What was Aunt Fang, anyway? Merely a concubine of maidservant origins—even if she harbored resentment toward Murong Wei, she lacked the capability to stir up such a massive uproar in the capital.

Later on, she was fortunate enough to be discovered by a military search-and-rescue team and brought to the Shangjing Base.

Clearly knowing those things were otherworldly creatures, yet keeping them under wraps just to keep me hanging—clearly, they were trying to get something for nothing.

Though disappointed by the lack of actual meat, such a dessert was already more than enough to satisfy Jun Chongtian.

In any case, with so many beasts having departed and so many Draenei having been slaughtered, the remaining population didn't require an immense amount of land to sustain themselves. Moreover, Aiqi could requisition grain supplies from other worlds.

Powerhouses of the Law Realm, who wielded the power of laws, possessed extraordinary abilities such as "immortality" and "mastery over laws."

Furthermore, the two of them cultivated along different paths. Frequent memory synchronization would only hinder their individual cultivation progress.

"Wrap it up." The youth beside her instructed Su培盛 to pay the silver for the items he had picked out, then glanced at Chu Xian with a trace of dissatisfaction.

"I trust my eyes. You... will you let me down?" Li Bai looked straight into his eyes and asked.

"I command a vast influence. In a little while, I will have someone contact you. I also need more capable people like you on my side."

At that moment, recalling that they had lost consciousness during their totem awakening, they instinctively glanced at each other's chests, then lowered their heads to look at their own.

Malvon harbored no doubts about Krey's age. Ever since his rebirth, Krey had weathered the elements, and his dust-covered face made him look no younger than Malvon.

Moreover, compared to Li Fan, those prodigies hailing from the Supreme Dominions actually possessed a much deeper understanding of the Sacred Mountain, as well as a clearer appreciation of what leaving one's name upon it truly signified.

It was a twist of fate born of coincidence; Shen Tinglan could never have guessed that the person entering over those two days had changed, and An Rong had inadvertently shouldered the blame for Mu Yao.

Though plugging up an abyss seemed like something Li Fan would do, judging by the current situation, Li Fan likely remained entirely unaware of the abyss's existence.

In truth, Yangzi pickups generated no profit at all this year. The sole achievement was driving up sales volume, which would prove vastly beneficial for future promotions.

Tuoba Ningxiang vaguely remembered, but she certainly harbored no such intent; it seemed she simply hadn't wanted to frighten the fellow, while also wishing to avoid complications.

A succession of footsteps echoed from the passageway, causing Jiang Wanyou to pale in shock as she instantly slapped an invisibility talisman onto herself.