Volume 1, Chapter 59: These Are My Sincerest Apologies

This answer was a permanent solution, and it also clearly represented her stance.

In the world of adults, some things do not need to be spelled out too explicitly.

Since Li Feng was capable of serving as Huo Yu's chief assistant, he should be able to understand.

"You don't have it? Then I'll send it to you!"

Li Feng swiftly operated his phone, and a moment later, Tang Ruan received a new text message.

A string of phone numbers.

The first few digits were identical to the ones Huo Yu had left on the slip of paper.

This banquet was not only held to celebrate Elder Mu's birthday, but it was also a prime opportunity for shrewd individuals to forge connections with powerful figures and expand their social circles. After all, anyone qualified to enter this venue was certainly no third-rate character.

Meanwhile, Bu Lingjue had also rushed to the scene. The moment he appeared, he ran squarely into the fleeing, disheveled fatty. A fierce clash was naturally inevitable, yet the gap in their combat power was not particularly vast. After trading two rounds of blows, neither of them managed to scratch a single hair on the other, which meant they would still have to wait for the eldest brother to step in.

"Of course it's a good thing. Look, you already have ghosts submitting to your will, and I think there will only be more in the future. We had better form a team; it will make management easier and also boost our combat capability," Gouwa said.

Under the white monster's frenzied onslaught, Ye Tianxun could finally hold out no longer and resorted to the divine artifact, the Spirit-Fading Feather Silk.

Two teacups were set upon the coffee table in the hall. Zhao Desheng sat opposite another man. The person across from him had a rugged build, a face full of coarse flesh, and a pair of triangular, pig-slaughtering eyes that added a touch of ferocity. One could tell at a glance that he was no easy person to deal with.

Almost simultaneously—"Hahaha, as expected of the 'Soul-Stirring Flash of the Lingyi Sword', you actually managed to discover it in advance." A sharp laugh echoed from ahead, followed immediately by one figure after another emerging from behind the chaotic foliage of the strange trees, their numbers exceeding a thousand in the blink of an eye.

"You might think these things have nothing to do with you, but what I really want to say has only just begun! Using stone as the body, resentment as the soul, and blood as the medium!" The flood dragon raised its head to gaze into the distance, pondering deeply as it reminisced.

Shi Jingtian took the wineskin and drank deeply. It seemed that having wine to drink gave him a bit of spirit. He slowly sat up from the bed, put down the wineskin, and looked at the Zong Nan before him with a trace of trust and gratitude.

Ye Linghan had originally intended to refuse. Some matters should stop at a certain point; once a person became entangled in them, it would be like sinking into a quagmire, irresistibly dragging them down.

Since all competitors in the low-tier battlefield had scores exceeding ten thousand, they enjoyed a rare moment of harmony and were mostly gathered together to chat idly. Most people's topics of conversation revolved around the battle between Ye Tianxun and Xun Qian earlier today, as well as the upcoming final challenge.

However, after the incident, everything changed. Having encountered too much mockery and malice, she could only build a wall to protect herself, growing accustomed to meeting others with a cold face.

Sooner or later, she would be completely unraveled by those burning kisses, those tender love words, that scorching breath, and that slightly hoarse voice, leaving her body feeling half-numb and weak.

Moreover, the two of them were public figures and still college students. Damn it, while still so young, they had chosen to start a family and have a child—that was undoubtedly true love. Such genuine love was truly capable of winning over countless fans.

Qin Jingyu's smile was gentle and pure, carrying a touch of sunlight and innocent romance. Zongzheng Lingyun's smile also seemed gentle, but upon closer inspection, that gentleness was subtly tinged with the helplessness of someone who had seen through the ways of the world.

It looked as though he was merely moving out after ending a decade-long uncle-and-nephew relationship, nothing more. In fact, another layer of relationship could grow even closer, which might actually be for the better.

The imperial attendant gave a furious kick, and everyone laid into him with all their might. What of Prince Ping? Within the palace were His Majesty, Consort Shi, as well as Prince Gong and Prince Jian.

The light outside the window was exceptionally dim, several shades darker than when the competitors had gathered just moments earlier. The sky was heavy and oppressive.

The decline of a sect is never a matter of just a few years; it is only in these past few years that the signs of this decline have truly become apparent.