071. Gathering Hearts

After signing the cooperation agreement with Chen Yu’s team, Lin Mi finally felt at ease. This time, that Japanese company would no longer be able to exploit the hard work and efforts of the Chinese people. Moreover, the fate of Chen Yu and his companions would be rewritten—they were about to embark on a path gleaming with sunlight and promise. She had already seized the initiative in this battle. Yet, she knew that the real challenge lay ahead: the development and marketing of the game. Still, she believed that with such allies—

Sure enough, after Mr. Zhou finished speaking, many employees turned their eyes toward me; some were curious, some appreciative, but most regarded me with indifference or even disdain.

Shrill cries of terror rang out again and again, as the palace attendants scattered in panic.

“Fellow cultivators, let us disperse,” Jiang Han said, his voice strained. This was the worst possible outcome.

Listening to Zhou Yazhe’s animated and rather comical narration, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Ren Jian nodded, saying that he could thank the guild on your behalf, but insisted that you really should go yourself. Was there any reason you couldn’t?

“So, what do you think she has that I don’t?” By this point, all I wanted was to hear Xu Minghui’s honest answer.

Since the operating table wasn’t big enough for all the students to gather around, and not all of them would have a clear view, cameras and projectors were naturally the best solution.

Rows upon rows of patrolling warriors burst out from within, all at B-rank. As if that wasn’t enough, two warriors clad in ornate armor emerged, radiating murderous intent.

I could no longer see through his heart, and I feared this habit of lying to my face.

After washing those few pieces of clothing, hanging them to dry, and drying my hands, I stepped out of the bathroom to see Zhou Yazhe sitting on the living room sofa, legs crossed, staring absently at the TV screen.

“Auntie, Uncle, these are a few things we brought for you.” Theron spoke as he set the nutritional supplements and fresh flowers on the table beside the hospital bed.

“I don’t care who your young master is.” Since a fight had already broken out, Ma Yuan and his brothers decided not to hold back. They gave the other side no chance to reveal their identities—moving in close, they knocked everyone to the ground with a few punches, leaving only three stunned noble youths standing.

He was inwardly surprised. Were these two really so powerful, able to sense his presence? Then he realized: it was the faint surge from the spell that changed his eye color that had alerted them. Chiding himself for his carelessness, he resolved to be more cautious.

The iron spear was raised high, pointing to the sky as if to pierce the sun. Lu Yun drew a deep breath; behind the battlements, Axiu and Hu Zhengtang watched, hearts pounding, uncertain of what Uncle Wu intended.

Just as all things in this world—every year, every month, every day, every moment—shift and change, never once pausing.

Upon seeing Zhao Pan bow to Master Li Yu, Crown Prince Qi’s attitude toward him immediately improved. He even demonstrated the moves Li Yu had taught, assuming the airs of a distinguished instructor.

“Damn it!” Zhou Yuhan blushed furiously at these words, reaching out to pinch Lin Yaosheng.

The child lowered his head in silence, saying nothing. His fair complexion set him apart from Zaiyun, Zaizhi, and the others, yet he bore a striking resemblance to Yang Suguan—both carried a trace of Wang Mang’s features.

Yet admiration quickly gave way to exasperation: who would take responsibility for this matter?

Just as he stepped into his courtyard, Li Yu sensed danger. Instinctively, he dodged to the side as a snow-white dart exploded against the doorframe behind him, scattering icy fragments across his face and chilling him to the bone.

Though the disciples of the Azure Robe Sect were neither numerous nor particularly strong, and their numbers few, the sect had followed its convictions and stood firm in the mortal world for a thousand years, never once forgetting its original purpose.