Once she lets out a couple of shouts, won’t she scare them all out of their wits?

Not only did Liu Yi sense that something was wrong and feel unease rising in her heart, but even the birds in the forest fell silent. Little Phoenix, restless, flew up high to gaze at the pitch-black sky; in its round, dark eyes, a weighty seriousness could be seen.

Animals are even more sensitive to danger than humans.

Not far away, Seven Kill seemed to sense impending peril as well, bringing Ice Chunk, Water Cannon, and Shining along, following the scent to find her.

She, always composed yet carrying an undercurrent of intensity, marched back to the office, nearly out of breath with frustration. Along the way, those who saw Gu Meng in such a state, recalling the events of the morning, instinctively assumed she had suffered a scolding from Song Ximing.

This feeling brought her heart to a rare calm, enabling her to observe her own life with greater clarity and composure.

The return of the storm at sea left Dong Lizi gaping in astonishment. As she watched the sky above the ocean darken and the wild winds and rain gather, Dong Lizi and Lu Xiaofei could only sigh and shake their heads.

Inside was a simple farmhouse courtyard—spacious, with several acres of ponds behind the house, punctuated by the occasional call of chickens and ducks. A tawny, domesticated dog, seeing the visitors arrive, leapt about with its tail wagging, barking ingratiatingly and showing not the slightest wariness of strangers.

Gu Lian’s expression faded from its initial trace of disdain to a pale blankness. She involuntarily took a step back, at a loss for words.

Incidentally, the hospital room was right next to the one where Ye Lai Xiansheng, who had broken his leg, was staying—this was a relief for the father.

Soft sobs began to sound in the room; on the large bed, Hill wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, crying with genuine heartbreak.

After all, if the Supreme Demon Emperor could be held back, the remaining super-elders at the Great Ascension and Tribulation Transcendence stage would be free to deal with the top experts of the demon, ghost, and devil coalition. For instance, those at the level of the Great Demon King—superb masters whose strength rivaled the elders of the Great Ascension stage.

Hong Lie gazed up at the towering Temple Mountain, where he had poured out half a lifetime’s effort. The sudden loss was a blow of grief and fury.

Master Xuan, seeing Fu Shiyi and the others’ astonished expressions, allowed a hint of satisfaction to cross his face. With a wave of his sleeve, beams of spiritual light flared up around the palace; pillars of energy shot skyward, and a grand formation began to take shape.

It was only the appointment of a new director, yet the big boss had personally accompanied them to make a statement—wasn’t this a clear warning to Su Xingmi to behave herself from now on?

Although the students recruited in this batch were perhaps somewhat lacking in ability, their basic skills were solid enough; no matter how weak, they would not fall below a certain standard.

He had buried this matter deep in his heart for so long, even asking Li Xing not to mention it to anyone, yet now he declared it openly—who could guess what courage it took for him to do so?

That deity, however, had already lost all sign of life. A strange green light glowed from a gaping wound in its belly, leaving everyone frozen in shock.

After six hours, the upheavals of heaven and earth grew fiercer; from the sky, one could see range after range of mountains collapsing, the land sinking, and vast new chasms opening out of nowhere.

The other party was also level 10, but Qin Jiuzhou did not believe anyone at the same level could be his match. He was invincible at his rank.

After typing the line, her fingers paused. She read it over and over again, countless times, and then deleted it.

With the restaurant’s growing reputation, more and more gourmets came to seek it out. Liu Yan’er struggled to keep up with their enthusiasm, dropping by to play a few pieces every now and then—more diligently, perhaps, than she ever had at the pavilion. Naturally, An Yi House’s business flourished as well.

This habit dated back to the days of breakfast in the villa, when a nutritionist had made the suggestion to Li Muchuan.

Chen An mused that the “Dao principles” they spoke of must refer to some kind of law or force, what was called the Three Thousand Great Ways. Here, “three thousand” was simply a figure of speech. The laws of the world are myriad—far more than three thousand, in truth.