Chapter 093: A Slap in the Face

"Impossible!" Ye Manning could not bring herself to believe this fact. These past few days, the entire city of Rong, and even the national gaming community, was abuzz. The hot topics were either the blockbuster game that appeared out of nowhere and swept to the top with unstoppable force, or the background of its investor, ‘Stargazer Investments’.

The success of "Classic of Mountains and Seas: Boundaries" had undoubtedly sparked curiosity in countless people. Of course, there was even more attention on this newcomer in the business world.

Wugui Long fixed a manic grin on the three-eyed demon, whose body reeked of blood. All along, he had only been a youth of barely twenty.

Lin Cong was a downtrodden third-year university student. Like most of his peers, he was passionate about online games and the latest technology, and kept up with related news in his daily life.

"Where is this?" I steadied myself, then looked up in confusion at the tranquil yet profound world around me, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.

Her youthful face, compared to the delicate and beautiful visage in his memories, had a certain resemblance.

"Do your best to send people to search for the princess. She must be found." Mu Chengfeng had not expected Mu Chengfeng to be so adept at hiding; he truly regretted bringing her along in the first place.

Yu Xin glanced at Han Fu. This man had once been his direct subordinate, but after being transferred to Youzhou, they lost contact. Unexpectedly, over the years, Han Fu had thrived in local governance and was now a provincial governor.

The emperor also came to inquire. The one then in charge of palace banquets was Lady Wei. She immediately updated everyone on what had happened. The die was cast. Lady Wei could no longer reverse the situation, so she told the truth and did a favor in the process.

Jing Mengxian bit down lightly on Xiang Nan’s red lips, the force gentle yet enough to serve as a warning.

The Ninth Prince, Xuanyuan Jing, dismissed it as nonsense, and vanished without a word or a backward glance.

Xuanyuan Ling smiled faintly, said nothing further, and kept looking out the window, appearing somewhat absent-minded.

The situations of Casillas and Dudek were entirely different. Dudek, after blocking a shot, could shout at his teammates, urging them to stay alert and defend actively.

The man at the forefront laughed loudly. Scarlet true energy surged from his body, making him seem as if he were engulfed in flames.

She wanted to see if things were as Sister Bao had guessed. As she walked under the corridor, she overheard her mother sobbing while speaking to her father.

"Nobody move, or I’ll take his life." Gai Yong spoke as he pulled the officer into the city gate tower, his back pressed against the wall to prevent attack from behind. All the soldiers who had been outside followed him in.

A white shadow darted across the blood-soaked battlefield, like a phantom, leaving shards of afterimages in its wake, traversing dozens of yards in just a few breaths.

"It’s me. What’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Should I report to Grandmother and have a physician summoned?" Seeing that Xie Ke’s expression had finally returned to normal, Chu Qiyan felt as if he had just finished the hardest essay, utterly exhausted.

"Gao Ling? Wasn’t it taken by the Turks a few days ago? How could anyone come here? Have you checked their identities?" Yuchi Gong asked, suspicious.

He envisioned with all his might the day he would soar to great heights, to fuel his determination. Gradually, he became less fearful, though his palms still sweated profusely. He reached into his chest for a handkerchief, but instead found Menggu Qing’s fragrant sachet.

"Second Master means... Xiangye... is beyond saving?" After more than ten years as sisters, Hongye truly could not bear to see her younger sibling set foot on such a path of no return. She feared neither pain nor death, and had tirelessly raised her sister by hand, but now could only watch helplessly as she strayed.

Fenn certainly knew what Delin had done; in fact, it was his own decision. Delin merely executed, with no authority to decide.