Volume 1, Chapter 29: Where Are Your Hands Wandering?

Although Jia Zheng was aware of the matter and had listened to Aunt Zhao’s tearful complaints, he remained wary of Wang Ziteng’s power and chose not to intervene, merely expressing his displeasure to Lady Wang with a few sharp words.

Qin Luo was instantly stunned. Just as he was about to say that he had done nothing and that she was the one being touchy, Xiao Meiying lowered her head and began showering his face with kisses from her alluring, crimson lips.

The Crown Prince and the two princes exchanged glances, seemingly surprised that Shen Zhan would speak up to protect a girl. The Emperor’s gaze was heavy and inscrutable as he watched Shen Zhan and Ye Lingwu, his thoughts unreadable. The Sixth Princess trembled all over, feeling deep resentment toward Ye Lingwu and heartbroken that Shen Zhan would defend her.

It was unclear where the spider had gone; it was certainly not staying on its web, perhaps because it did not care for the dense beads of water clinging to its territory.

Afterward, she summoned her trusted servants and ordered them to go out and find Xue Pan and Aunt Xue.

By evening, several media outlets had arrived for interviews, though it was unclear if the production team had specifically reached out to them.

She did not tell Daiyu about this; in order to escalate the situation, she specifically instructed people to call many others to the scene.

The fan club also quickly mobilized, summoning the data and publicity teams to prepare for song charting and promotion.

"With someone as powerful as me, Nezha, by your side, you don’t even spare me a glance, yet you insist on fawning over the likes of Tianpeng and Yang Jian?"

It was darker than the night itself—a massive, blurry, pitch-black shadow with cold, bloodthirsty beast-eyes. It looked like a monster from the abyss, opening those cruel, merciless demonic eyes in the deepest part of hell, ready to devour you in the next second. It was chilling, terrifying, and hair-raising.

Luo Yanshan understood that he could no longer persuade his own brother, so he could only say helplessly, "I hope so, but I don't think Li Hai is someone so easily tamed."

Song Wanting was waiting for this exact moment. If she had spoken to Feng Shaohao, seeing how protective he was of Tong Xin, he never would have allowed her to take her away.

When everything finally calmed down, Li Hai was already drenched in sweat—whether from exhaustion or terror, combined with the sweat from controlling the silver threads earlier, his state was truly pathetic.

"What is this?" Chen went over to the table and picked up a wooden box that had been placed face-down.

"Heh, very well." Ye Feng, Bruce, and the others stood up immediately. Only after a real duel would one truly understand the terror of a Magic-God Guide.

The walls of Knowles City were not high, but every powerful individual arriving had to land and walk through the gates. If one were too arrogant to land and tried to fly straight in, they would be blasted away. Even a powerhouse at the God King level received the same treatment.

Thin beads of sweat seeped from his temples. Qi Tianle lifted his slightly bowed head; his expression was blank at first, then the corners of his mouth curled upward, and finally, he let go of all restraint and burst into laughter.

Xiao Dingxu carefully pondered the theories the two had described, reviewing his own daily practice and the evaluations he had received from his masters at the Kunlun Sect. He secretly felt there was truth in their words, so, filled with insight and gratitude, he finally bid them farewell, agreeing to meet again in Wuchang during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As the scroll was torn, the scene above the ten-acre inn was sealed. What outsiders saw was merely an illusion within Qin Jiuzhou’s mind.

However, when Bai Jin saw that Chen An had agreed, joy surged to her brow, and her elegant face broke into an irrepressible smile.

Right here, east of Kunlun, Su Rou had used her Foundation Establishment perfection and sheer tenacity to search through countless ice peaks.

Yun Shang couldn't help but roll her eyes, unsure of what she was feeling. It appeared that Xiao Ruochen did not recognize Lin Feng; otherwise, they would have fought back at the temple.

He thought that his words should have touched the student's heart. After all, an orphan without parents would naturally crave the warmth of a family, and as a student facing a difficult choice with no source of income, he should be vulnerable.

This press conference was likely the most exciting one he had ever held in his life.

Chen An smiled. Without waiting for Qu Ruyi’s consent, he casually grabbed the [Heavenly Demon Mirror] hovering beside her.

Even though he had heard the brief account of events from Luo Qi while guarding Su Xingmi, seeing it with his own eyes still made him tremble with fear.

Seeing that Li Minghao’s emotions were so indifferent now, Lin Feng began to consider how to resolve the matter.

In this way, the two sides entered close-quarters combat, which easily posed a great threat to the rear.

He had sensed something wrong as soon as the changes in Lei Mingxuan began; that black energy kept his essence in a state of agitation. His intuition told him it was a dangerous thing, and if left unchecked, something terrible would surely happen.

A dark and windy night—the time for murder and arson—a strange sentence surfaced in his mind.

Lin Yu did not bully her; once he had treated the injury on her bottom, he let go, only to feel Mu Mengmeng clinging to him so tightly that he could barely breathe.

"Just the right time to test my newly learned move," Locke said confidently as he charged toward him.

As long as these angels were not disturbed by external factors, they could live as long as the Divine Kingdom. As long as Li Jian did not die, the angels and the creatures of the Divine Kingdom would not die either.

At the end of the day, he was making a living in the home textile market, not in the Imperial City, and he was well aware of where his loyalties lay.

"Darling, do you need any help?" Lin Yu asked with a smile as she watched Gao Yang, who was busy and covered in grease.

However, the six-month off-season could not generate labor costs; breaking even required every ounce of effort, and without new business, there couldn't be too many designers.

What met his eyes was not the damp, cold cave he had imagined, but a tall and magnificent dragon-patterned palace. Spirit flowers and grasses of various colors grew around the palace—the first touch of green he had seen since arriving in the Snow Spirit Realm.

"It is I. This is the Bai residence, correct? I’ve come for my umbrella; I’ve already discussed this with the owner of the house," Xu Xian said.

While still at a distance, Li Nan felt a rush of scorching heat hitting his face. As he drew closer, the temperature rose until, standing before the stone house, it felt as if he had arrived at the mouth of a volcano.