Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Final Layout Before Turning the Tables on Wei Yan!

This time, right in front of all the officials in the imperial court, Yang Yi had made a bold and sweeping promise.
Should he fail to deliver, the consequences would be simply unimaginable!
Wei Yan, ever so direct, wore a gloomy expression as he stepped forward and said:
"Yang Yi, do not stand here spouting empty boasts. If no triumphant news comes from the front lines, you had better not break your word!"
He had long desired to kill Yang Yi, only lamenting the lack of a suitable opportunity.

However, this scaffold was not meant for a bone-fracture support surgery. Yang Chong patiently wiped it clean with a piece of cloth from the subject, revealing the intricate patterns engraved upon the skeletal frame.

The three of them arrived at the studio, where Xia Mengyou had already prepared the necessary equipment and materials.

Zejin still had not woken up. He merely held Xingchen tightly in his arms, his warm breath wafting directly against her hair. His hands, however, behaved properly—he was only embracing her, with no inappropriate gestures whatsoever.

Hearing this, Avi and Felicity immediately pushed open the door to another room and slipped inside. Earlier, Felicity had secretly tried this unlocked wooden door; it had been utterly silent inside, revealing an empty chamber.

Before them stood a stone table, upon which a tortoise-crystal tube rested on its rough surface. Wisps of smoke curled upward, and as the smoke finally dissipated, the half-tube of unknown pale blue liquid gradually ceased its boiling.

Because Hao Feng's spiritual consciousness could not attach itself to spatial magical treasures, he was limited to using items like universe bags. The process of storing and retrieving items was inherently inconvenient and rather lacking in prestige.

"Hmph! Do you truly believe my title of Dharma King is just for show?!" The Dalai Lama manipulated the prayer beads in his hand, and the surroundings began to shudder. Countless gigantic fissures split open across the ground, swallowing soldiers from both fighting factions whole and sending up a chorus of miserable shrieks.

Upon hearing the three words "Primordial Wilderness Sect," the surrounding curious cultivators at the Integration stage all revealed a hint of startled shock. Clearly, this sect was either notorious for its evil deeds or formidable in strength. Ye Feng leaned toward the former, though he cared little for such matters.

That night, after enjoying a long and relaxing bath, she changed into a silk nightgown, dried her half-damp long hair, and walked barefoot across the carpet. This bath had lasted quite a bit longer than usual, doubling her normal time. There was simply no helping it—in the apocalypse, even taking a normal bath was a luxury, letish alone soaking comfortably for so long.

Although Huang Qishui was reluctant to see his home planet fall into the hands of others, he was equally unwilling to watch it become a battleground for competing forces. Conflict implied the existence of outcomes far worse than falling under the control of what appeared to be a developing world.

Let alone the two of them, even Wu Yiqi, Quan Chunyi, and Kim Dong-eun had all sought instruction on numerous matters.

"You haven't eaten either, have you?" Chen Shao understood her well. She rarely ate much for lunch, usually having just one meal in the morning and having dinner with everyone else when she got home in the evening.

Originally, the fan factory was a state-owned enterprise, and its restructuring involved two parties: it required the signature of the township leaders and the signature of the factory representatives.

Consequently, Qin Feng's situation grew increasingly dire, causing the three onlookers to become intensely anxious while remaining utterly powerless to help.

"Alisa, which enterprise do you plan to award the preliminary auditions to?" asked her assistant, Lan Ruo. Back in the United States, she used to decide such matters independently, but after returning to China, Gu Yan insisted that all decisions must first obtain her approval.

Di Shuyue's promise to provide Ye Yunzhou with a brand-new skeleton was not an empty gesture; he had already planned out precisely how to achieve it.

Once this news broke, the entire European football world completely found a breakthrough to shatter the calm. Some media outlets even offered one million euros just to purchase a photograph of Richard's son, yet they came away empty-handed.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed even deeper. He could not understand why, under such circumstances, Shi Qingxuan had not mobilized the slightest bit of internal energy nor employed any martial arts techniques. Was she truly so confident that he would not harm her?