Chapter 64: To Be the Longest River

"Jifu, there is also..."

He originally wanted to say that he too possessed the power to turn the tides of the universe and command the cosmos, but he was too ashamed to utter the words aloud—especially since he hadn't even figured out how to issue national bonds properly yet.

That was a feat achieved only by riding the coattails of Wang Anshi, who had accumulated thirty years of public prestige before finally ascending to the role of Chancellor.

Just as he was caught in this awkward silence, Li Chang'an wore an "I understand you" smile and pressed the eager Lü Huiqing down into his seat.

"If Lord Fan is the loftiest mountain of all, why must we insist on treading this most arduous path?"

The impression the Jixia Academy gave him was that the waters ran far too deep; with only his current strength, venturing there would likely yield no benefits at all.

She was a princess residing in the highest heavens, unable to descend to the mortal realm at a whim, let one linger for long periods.

Meanwhile, Moluo Ke truly harbored the sensation of being the only one sober while everyone else was drunk; the terror he felt toward Lin Feng grew increasingly intense within his heart. This monstrous entity was simply not human—he even dared to defy peerless prodigies of Guangchengzi's caliber; who else under the vast heavens was ever taken seriously in his eyes?

"This song is wonderful, it suits my voice very well!" Dai Jiaqi said excitedly, holding the printed lyrics and softly humming them to herself a couple of times.

Listening to Su Jingrou's every word, Chen Qingdi felt a wave of profound sorrow and desolation. Having lost his mother at a tender age, he had always imagined himself to be pitiful, but after growing up overnight, he realized that Su Jingrou was far more wretched than he.

"Well then, President Zhang, if there is nothing else, I will head back to work." Knowing that saying too much only increases the chance of making a mistake, Wang Yaya intended to leave first.

They even harbored deep regrets: Why were they not of Huaxia descent? If they were Huaxia citizens, could they too be living peacefully right now, blessed with the absolute finest guarantee of personal safety?

Virtually the entire Crescent Gobi had been bombed down to its bedrock, transforming into the Crescent Basin, and the Undead race seemed to have lost any possibility of a resurgence.

A single thought flickered through Ji Tian's mind, mobilizing the outermost primordial divine restriction. The moment this primordial divine restriction shifted, it actually emitted a sound like peals of thunder.

Silver-bell-like laughter drifted down from the highest heavens, reaching Ji Tian's ears. The corners of Ji Tian's lips curved upward slightly, and at last, he set his mind at ease.

Though she had acquired the Five Decays of the Celestial Dao, she was unable to master them through cultivation—unless she had practiced them while still in the Heavenly Domain.

Still, it made sense~ Aside from the submarine specialty tournament where Mithril Island failed to secure points, first place in all other competitions had been firmly swept into their pocket. Some even claimed both the top two or top three positions. Sitting atop such a massive lead in points, even if they chose to forfeit the final day's comprehensive team tactical combat match, they were still bound to claim the regional overall championship.

Yet, if the realm itself lacked such inherent capability while presumptuously bearing such a title, it was destined to meet with terrible misfortune when the time came.

"We don't have much in the way of fine dishes at home, just eat whatever we have," the elderly grandmother said with a smile as she walked over carrying bowls and chopsticks, her smile as warm and amiable as could be.

He was draped in a brownish-gray bear-skin outer coat, making him look like a massive, thick-set bear demon, completely concealing his originally slender and robust physique.

Her lips, coated in bright red lip gloss, were of medium thickness, pressed tightly into a thin line at that moment, conveying her incomprehension and anger along with her gaze and expression.

Without the old bastard, Su Ling would not have had everything he possessed today. The old bastard was his family—the person closest to him in this world.

On second thought, however, word of this matter reaching the Heavenly Court might not be a bad thing, since everyone would find out eventually anyway. Knowing sooner was better than knowing later; they would have to face it sooner or later regardless.

As for Lin Feng, he said to the Supreme Great Elder of the Li clan of the Spirit race, "Perhaps we shall meet again in the future!"

The gaze of the Liu family's Great Elder, meanwhile, sank slightly. The other party's words carried a hint of disdain, which the Great Elder naturally heard loud and clear.

The light above the emergency room remained relentlessly lit. Xia Ningxi sat on a chair, the blood on her arm having already slowly dried. Situ Feng cast a single glance in her direction before looking away.

Wei Jiuxiao sprinted wildly all the way, running for more than a full hour, until even Yu Miaomiao finally couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache for him.