Volume 1, Chapter 62: Can't There Only Be One Favorite?

Nearly half a month had passed since the day of the doctoral interview. She still hadn't dared to contact Professor Xu. For one thing, she didn't want to cause the elderly woman to worry; for another, she didn't know how to face her. Back then, she had made a solemn vow to Professor Xu that she would definitely pass the doctoral entrance examinations.

Those men over there immediately shook their heads. All nonsense, they thought—once encountered, could they possibly let them slip away? One of the deputy generals couldn't help muttering inwardly.

Not long after the master and disciple Qingfeng returned to their rooms to rest, troops marched through the streets. Disregarding the exhaustion of the day's journey, Xin Yun was full of curiosity; she scrambled out of bed, opened the window, and watched every impending movement on the street like an avid theater fan waiting for a good show to begin.

Early the next morning, when Murong Sang got up, she had two huge dark circles under her eyes, which actually startled the others.

Earlier, the alchemists in the main hall who had received Master Han's teachings had also arrived here, their gazes all fixed on Jiang Mo, eager to see what was so extraordinary about this white-haired youth.

The old man sat hunched over in a chair, leaning back as if asleep. He never spoke during meetings, constantly stroking his fishing rod, upon which a live, wriggling insect crawled, as if he had just returned from fishing by the pond.

"Since we cannot withstand the heavenly tribulation, we must deceive the tribulation clouds and trick the Heavenly Dao." Holding the large tripod firmly in both hands, Yan Kai stared intently at the sky, slowly stepping across the unobstructed clearing before him.

After Yuezhi Heng ascended the throne, Shangguan Yun voluntarily relinquished his military command, hoping to live the carefree life of a wild crane amid the clouds from then on.

Deeply moved, Royce pulled a piece of dry bread from his pocket, gripped one side with both hands, and handed it to Ibrahim. Ibrahim likewise grabbed the other side with both hands, and the two of them tore the bread apart, exchanged their respective pieces, and devoured them ravenously.

That is to say, going over there now would be useless in attacking Obito; instead, it would play right into his trap.

Silenced by a single remark from Hualian, Hu Yaorao kept her mouth shut for good. Anyway, today she was just using this old man to deal with Hualian; even if something happened to him, it had nothing to do with her.

"Are you jealous?" Qin Huanhuan asked, courting death, only to receive an eye-roll from Nangong Yuyan.

For the person who had been staring blankly just a moment ago suddenly seized the initiative, pulled Qin Huanhuan straight into his arms, and subjected her to a lecture that lasted a full several minutes.

Theia steadfastly refused to accept it, but the blind old man insisted on giving it. As they politely yielded back and forth, if one ignored the corpses littering the ground, the scene alone looked rather harmonious.

Seeing that Ying's forehead was covered in sweat and her complexion was growing increasingly pale, Hualian seemed to understand a little.

When Wang Lingyun compared the second set of numbers, she froze... and didn't know what to say.

Jiu Jiu guessed that her own arrival had changed Nie Lü's attitude, even causing Nie Lü, who should have witnessed the birth of his own child, to be unable to return.

She actually had experience in this regard. Logically speaking, after such an incident, the Wu family residence should be shrouded in gloomy yin energy, yet strangely, there was none at all.

"What did you say?" Snow White had never expected that Margaret actually desired eternal youth and wanted to eat her liver. No wonder the woman always looked at her with such a peculiar expression; so that was why.

With a sudden thought, a gale surged forth, enveloping the people who were swaying helplessly back and forth within the fierce winds, and pushed them far away.

"Let's go. We can study this wretched blade later." The figure in the black robe reached out to grab Li Yunchen again, preparing to take flight.

Logically speaking, having suffered such extraordinary humiliation, Zhu Yuzhen should have been consumed by rage and immediately ordered a general assault. But the reality was quite the contrary. Prince Ning was an ambitious man who had bided his time for decades, possessing an extremely deep and calculating mind.