Twenty-nine thousand and twenty-nine.

Liu Mu’s eyes darted around; he knew he needed to find an excuse to step down gracefully. The implication was that while he had slaughtered the Hu people, he had also killed his own Han kin. Those devoid of morality would never be rewarded by the heavens, so his defeat and death were merely the inevitable consequence.

However, an invisible barrier seemed to loom between them, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

"It’s nothing," Mo Yuyang said, his gaze burning as he looked at her, feeling as though something were igniting deep within his body.

Seeing that the two men were on the verge of a physical altercation, Lei Jiayin and Jin Feng quickly stepped in to mediate.

"Then don't protect me! I never asked you to," she snapped. With that, she turned and ran off without looking back.

Seeing her bewildered and oblivious expression, Yin Tianchao said nothing more, simply bending down to grab her right foot.

Tai Shi Ya walked up to the Shadow Vanguard, bowed, and said, "Junior Tai Shi Ya pays her respects to the senior Shadow Vanguard." She then quickly hid behind Lin Feng.

In the midst of playing snooker, the beautiful scenery beneath his shirt was occasionally revealed, causing Che Lizi, who stood by, to lick her lips involuntarily as her hand rested on his shoulder.

Hua Hao remained silent, watching her tease Yue Yuan, but deep down, she knew clearly that the Princess was giving the Emperor a chance—a chance to find her. Ultimately, she did not want to leave. If the Emperor found the Princess, she reckoned the Princess would exhaust every resource to help him fight against Dong Lu.

"Congratulations," Yao Man said. Having long known he did not belong to her, she had no choice but to let go completely.

Luge knew that Count Fula had accepted his marriage to Lilith. Although it hadn't been explicitly stated, the conversation had subtly signaled that he should prepare to be transferred to the military and take on a significant position at any time.

Xia Yu readily agreed, but as she looked at Luo Qianli’s handsome, fair-skinned face, she felt an irresistible urge to give him a taste of "the red whip."

***

Bobo flapped his wings in defiance, but eventually settled down—he had competed against Huang Chang several times over the past few days, and every time his wings were pitted against the flying shuttle, the result was a lopsided defeat.

The three entities looked at Xu Zhuo with surprise, simultaneously stopping and assuming defensive postures—not just against Xu Zhuo, but against each other as well.

"As long as it’s resolved, good. Why? Is there a problem in Half-Moon City? Why the rush to find me?" Wei Xu had no interest in prying into Robben’s personal affairs; once he learned Robben had handled his issues, he immediately changed the subject.

Hearing the "thud, thud, thud" of the impacts, Xu Zhuo couldn't bear to look. Even without seeing it, he could imagine that Ning Xiexing must have fallen in a ghastly state.

It turned out that one of his subordinates, a man called the "Fifteenth Generation Heir of the Sun Family," had suddenly shouted in a panic.

Cang Yuan looked up to see six players not far away, shoving each other and hurling curses, apparently arguing over something.

Look at how recently he went into orthopedics; that technique for bone reduction is, in his eyes, no worse than that of Li Jianwei.

Shen Kang walked onto the stage holding a large sign that read: "Continental Group donates ten million to the preschool education cause in the impoverished areas of the central and western Imperial City."

Being a fence-sitter was the best option. He desperately wanted to remain neutral, but Wu Wei had pushed him into a corner where he had no choice; if he continued to sit on the fence, he would only be uprooted by both sides.

"What story do you want to hear?" As a qualified father, how could one not know how to tell stories?

She didn't continue, but the internet trolls she had already prepared were now beginning to flood the comments.

Jiang Nicole’s complexion had turned grim. Although she had guessed why Xiao Ran had been acting so strangely lately, she had never considered this possibility.

She had been furious at Qi Rui for letting Han Qing stay at his house while making her follow a group of police officers to protect his parents and sister. Zhuge Lingqing had disliked Qi Rui since that mission, and now, her resentment had only deepened.

***

Elder Zixu had already reached the Xiantian realm in martial cultivation and was a first-class Celestial Master; Wu Qi was far inferior by comparison, so he didn't dare utter another word.

Qi Rui did not like this old fox from Longhu Mountain. Knowing that the elder’s joy stemmed from Han Qing’s presence in the team, he merely offered a polite acknowledgment.

Grandmother Rui San was stunned. No wonder Lady Zuo always called the third branch sycophants; their own children were right there in the Jucui Pavilion, yet they were putting on this pretense of righteousness. Luo Jinyan wasn't even here—who were they trying to impress?

Seeing that his demands were ignored, Xu Shao Fan revealed that expression: *You old bag of bones, if you don't give me what I want, just wait and see how I finish you off when I grow up.*

Luo Jinyan had never met Qin Mu. By the time she entered the palace, Qin Mu had already retired. His two sons were successful scholars, but their political careers were not particularly smooth; Qin Jue, conversely, was more inclined to promote the descendants of other branches of the Qin family.

"If we perform this in a vacuum and it begins to consume the container walls, what will happen? The entire container and the equipment in the lab might be devoured. Can we even proceed with this experiment?"

Liu Yuwei couldn't break free. In a fit of rage, she bit his chest. Only when she heard his muffled groan did she realize what she had done.

But such was the era, and she had no need to make herself an exception. She had already decided to be with him, and these things would have to be faced sooner or later.

The Primordial Space contained air, but strangely, there was no wind. Nieburdan struggled to fly; even when flapping his wings, he couldn't generate pressure. It defied logic—the rules of the Primordial Space were incomplete.

It is unclear how much time had passed, but the carriage had returned to the Shen estate. Shen Anyan adjusted her emotions and stepped out. Si Qin did not notice anything unusual about her; although Shen Anyan’s eyes had been slightly red, the cold air outside had made it less noticeable.

This cluster of flowers was quite numerous, mostly consisting of buds on the verge of blooming. Even the ones that had opened first were only a few, yet those few stood out amidst the sea of buds, like red roses with gold-gilded edges—eye-catching and mesmerizing.