132. Annual Gala

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar year, at half past six in the evening.

At the entrance of the most prestigious five-star hotel in Rong City, luxury cars gathered like a constellation, the lights dazzling, and everywhere the air was filled with the joyous spirit of the New Year.

A black Rolls-Royce came to a smooth halt. Wei Xun stepped out first, circled around to the other side, and gentlemanly opened the door for Lin Mi.

Lin Mi stepped out of the car, and the two linked arms as the hotel attendants guided them to the elevator to ascend.

The winter chill was dispelled by the warm atmosphere inside the hotel.

Playing mahjong had reached a point of fierce competition, with both sides feeling embarrassed over pride. When two tigers fight, one must suffer injury; at this critical moment, someone had to concede first.

“Random strikes!” Wang Hao suddenly launched an attack, running while forming a drumstick out of energy.

Lin Fei paid no attention, turning away. He headed to the hotel where Wentian Xiao stayed. The door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open and entered directly.

After speaking those words, it passed by Ye Haoran and flew deeper inside. Without the threat of the formation, it had no reason to be cautious.

Yue Wuxin was startled. He had been so engrossed in the matter of joining the Tai Xuan Sect that he forgot to check his belongings. Upon hearing the news, his heart pounded, his expression changed, and he hurriedly took the cloth bag, untying it to look inside.

Several dozen meters away, a man in a dark robe with a sullen face scoffed lightly and said slowly, “Brother Meng, this formation is strange and eerie. I wonder from where you summoned the one who set it up, only to attract this malevolent demonic energy that plagues the world.” His tone was reproachful. This was Yin Hefan, the deputy head of the Tai Xuan Sect.

The Black Emperor hastily looked up. Before him stood a perfectly disciplined legion of demon clans. Among them, at the center of this vast assembly, stood a white-haired man.

“Difficult, so difficult! Back then, I only had the strength of a fifth-grade magic deity and fourth-grade battle god, whereas at that time, the Dark Moon Enchantment was already a peak battle god and magic deity. Although I fought alongside the Golden Armor War God against her, we were still outmatched. She sealed the battle infant and all my meridians, and nearly sealed the demonic infant as well.”

The crowd beneath the stage first marveled at Lin Fei’s recent performance. When they saw him mercilessly slay Sun Guoyan, they were dumbfounded.

The moment Jiang Yikang dipped his finger into the lake water, he felt a sharp pain, as if plunging into boiling molten iron.

Sure enough, before Chu Yue could speak, Zhai Shanshan was cruelly undercut by her own younger brother. “Are you planning to send this car back to the factory for repairs? With your driving skills, you still dare to drive on the road?” “What’s the matter? I’ve had my license for years; I’m an experienced driver.” Zhai Shanshan rolled her eyes. She was indeed certified.

The two on horseback were evenly matched. Gu Qianyan’s riding skills had been personally taught by Fu Liuchen, so naturally, they were not lacking.

“Xingzai, carefully check the medical clinic’s situation. Xingbao, the Third Master’s mansion cannot be neglected either! Hurry!” Zhenxing pointed seriously at the two of them.

He should have guessed immediately—she was deliberately exaggerating and twisting facts just to provoke him. Wasn’t he the most “magnanimous and tolerant” toward her? Even if she was wrong this time, he shouldn’t hold a grudge, right?

Though it was broad daylight, she felt a chilling wind and was so frightened that she turned on every light in the house.

Su Linghan, even in the simple act of drinking tea, exuded an alluring elegance and noble aura.

Everyone is trapped in the workplace, bound by circumstances. I do not wish to make things difficult for others. Leaving room for others is leaving a path for oneself. Harmony breeds wealth.

Rubbing his forehead, seeing Pang Yueban’s somewhat helpless expression, Zice suddenly realized where Pang Yueban’s personality came from.

Aunt Liu wore a smile on her face. After all, she was asking for a favor, so she remained polite, but in her heart, she hated Su Banxia bitterly.