Chapter 78: Mind the Distance

The secretary couldn’t give a clear answer. Siyan didn’t press further and told her to leave, then lay back down.

The premiere of the first episode aired last night and the numbers were impressive. As the first to advance with five votes, Bai Yu drew the most attention, and posts demanding the production team to implement a closed script had already piled up by the tens of thousands.

After recording the show, Bai Yu called Siyan and said she didn’t need to wait for him—he had several interviews to do that night and would be busy.

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“Heartless,” Xu Jingxiao muttered softly under the pale moonlight streaming through the window. He put away his urge to tease her.

As the night grew deeper, her unease intensified. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her heart thudded so violently in her chest that she had to gasp for breath.

Only then did the Lady of the House scrutinize Zhou Jiaqing carefully. The young woman before her had a solemn gaze, and as she spoke of these outlandish matters, she displayed not a hint of fear or anxiety. The indescribable aura about her felt entirely unfamiliar.

Without another word, she reached out to cover Liu Chiting’s mouth, swept all the herbs into her Cosmos Pouch, then took the wooden tag from the shopkeeper with “Shanren” written on it, and dragged Liu Chiting away.

The moment Lin Changshou tasted the first bite, he felt a warm energy spreading inside his body. He couldn’t help but let out a comfortable sigh, then looked at Moran in surprise.

“Thank you, big brother, you’re the best.” Wood Sprite decisively abandoned the two men, Mu Huairen and his companion, both already unconscious and barely clinging to life, then wrapped the corpse of the black flood dragon. Dark energy swiftly burrowed into its core, absorbing the spiritual power that was dissipating from its beast core.

Ye Tian suddenly tore away his divine soul, drained the last bit of value from him, and then threw him into the Path of Ascension.

Lin Mo handed the bowl to Xue Zhaoyan. The aroma rising from its contents made his appetite surge.

When she turned and disappeared, only then did Lu Shiyan look toward the bloody mess at his doorstep. He pulled out his phone and called the cleaning company to arrange for someone to come and deal with it.

After speaking, he simply sprawled across the table and ate voraciously—his physical body was simply too hungry. Seeing Lin Changshou like this, it took the others quite a while to compose themselves.

But she never made a sound. To prevent her from biting her tongue to end her life, a gag was stuffed in her mouth.

Han Shui’er’s gaze suddenly turned grave. “President Zhang, please stop associating me and Jing Moxuan in everything. Human patience has its limits.” Her tone was cold and clear, sending a chill through those present.

On the gentle slope leading to Immortal Ridge, more than a hundred bodies lay scattered—these were the loyal followers of Master Tongxuan, the stubborn mules that the Yu family could never buy off. But unfortunately, there weren’t many with such backbone; most people knew when to yield.

The procession was long and there were many people, yet it was so silent that the sound of paper money fluttering from the sky and landing on the ground could be heard.

After living in Guanglin for a few months, she discovered that her father had become quite close with their neighbor, Zhao Yu. The two would even go fishing together in their spare time, and without realizing it, had become friends despite the age gap.

Recently, when they attempted to reorganize their team and head back to Hong Kong for another operation, they discovered that He Manteng had left Hong Kong for Haidong. Shortly after, they found He Zirou had also appeared in Haidong.

“In a couple of days you’ll know for yourself. For now, come with me for a sweep inside!” Xue Yun raised his sword-like brows at Li Fei, his tone playful and light.

Michiko shook her head. “The chairman’s ten thousand dollars and five million yen in cash are just for emergencies. All the expenses these days have been paid with the ten thousand yuan I exchanged after entering the country. The money in the chairman’s suitcase hasn’t been touched.”

“They’re from the Hidden God Sect,” Changyun pointed toward Bai Ze’s group. At that moment, only Bai Ze could barely approach Qinghan.

“No!” Mo Beihao shouted. Wasn’t this exactly the scene he’d seen in his mind? Was he going to leave as well?

After a day, Xu Zhi saw that all the captured disciples of the Long Spear Sect had surrendered to Lü Yongzhi and switched allegiances to Yang Xingmi. With some money from the sect still left on him, he decided to buy a new set of clothes and treat himself to a grand meal at the famous Fuchun Restaurant in Yangzhou.