Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Good Man

Qin Zhaoqing sat down on the armchair opposite Xiao Jin, a smile blooming on his face: "Reporter Xiao, shall we begin?"

Xiao Jin nodded and glanced at Fu Luoning.

Fu Luoning leaned back against the sofa outside the camera's frame, as if he intended to witness the entire interview.

He truly had not known that Fu Luoning was at the company; he had only looked into Qin Zhaoqing before arriving.

A self-made entrepreneur in brand design, he now pursued a light luxury aesthetic, with products that were highly popular and aimed at overseas markets.

Hearing this, Ling Jingchen was filled with melancholy. Seeing this, Liang Xuan quickly comforted him: "Come, have a piece of fruit!" As she spoke, she speared a slice of pre-cut fruit and held it to Ling Jingchen’s lips.

This mission was destined to be a one-way trip, with no chance of survival. Yet they had no regrets; as warriors, they took pride in dying on the battlefield.

This individual’s fortune was somewhat lacking. He had been on the verge of breaking through to a forbidden rank, but just as he reached it, the laws of the Heavenly Dao shifted, leaving his cultivation fruit unable to ascend.

Yun Yan had been pricked several times. She had initially intended to speak up about it, but upon further reflection, she realized that if she did, the needles she had already endured would have been for nothing.

Not long after returning, his mother passed away with lingering regrets. Chen Wanxian’s actions infuriated Chen Taotao, leading to a complete break between father and son. Resolved to take revenge, he planned to ruin Chen Wanxian in the stock market and force him into bankruptcy. He arrived at the Chinese Association, intending to use the stock of Chen Wanxian’s subsidiary, Meridien, as his point of attack.

It was actually a massive Stone Man! The Stone Man was entirely red, immense in size, and stood upon a glowing red ring of light.

Ha, it would be quite interesting if Dumbledore changed his usual attitude because of this. My, I am truly curious to know what Dumbledore would look like if he turned into a Dark Lord; perhaps he would be a more terrifying villain than Voldemort?

The voice of the Master of the Azure Heavens seemed to be squeezed from the very depths of his throat, the sinister tone sweeping through the entire Main Hall of Heavenly Radiance like a hurricane.

Immortal Hao Yan’s pupils constricted sharply as he realized his power had been instantly shattered. He let out only a brief cry before being engulfed by the terrifying palm force, his physical form disintegrating.

The Sword Emperor’s Sword Star was far from this location; transporting so many living beings there would be a massive undertaking.

Especially when the howling gale transformed into two opposing forces, those further away felt little, but those nearby could clearly sense that power, as if gods or demons were manipulating the elements.

"Boss, why are you back?" Lang San, who had been gasping for air while doing frog leaps with a pack larger than his own body, trembled violently upon seeing Jiang Ning. He stopped panting immediately, as if the weight on his back were merely cotton, and began his training with renewed vigor.

No one favored Yi Chen. The general consensus was that when two people were evenly matched in strength and artifacts, combat experience became the deciding factor. Since Lu Zhanmu had lived for so many years, everyone assumed his combat experience must be far superior to Yi Chen’s.

Yi Chen walked to the center of the hall, before the octagonal disc where the Fifth Hall Master sat cross-legged. After a moment of thought, he struck out with his sword once more.

These were his heartfelt words, and the first time he had spoken them to her. He could no longer remain silent; he was not a wooden man completely devoid of feeling.

"We destroyed the Dragon-Binding Pillar and the Demon-Slaying Terrace, and wounded eight celestial soldiers along with three existences at the Saint-Embryo realm," Liu Fufeng continued.

It was the first time I had seen her so nervous. We have to go to class; wait for me, Yuxuan. With only Yuxuan and Yikai’s mother left, she asked, "What is your name, classmate?"

Consequently, to this day, Cao Cao remained entirely ignorant of the true intelligence regarding Liaodong, as the madness of the Xianbei had left him with no energy to send men to investigate himself.

Heh, I don't know what's wrong with me; I have thin skin and can't handle being praised. Whenever someone praises me, I always feel something is off. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been by my brother’s side for so long, and everyone who praises me is usually trying to get something from him, with me as nothing more than a decoy. Sigh... I’ve heard so many lies these days that I really don't know how to handle the truth anymore.