Jing Tian's Tears

Guan Feng seemed to sense that Zhao Shu had arrived, emitting a faint sound from her throat, though unfortunately Zhao Shu could not make out what she was trying to say. Seeing this, Yan Peng hurriedly shouted, "Bring the ginseng soup!" An attendant nearby immediately stepped forward to feed Guan Feng, but Zhao Shu snatched the bowl away and personally spoon-fed her, bit by bit.

"I have looked at your photographs and your family background, and I find myself drawn to you," Wang Wei stated bluntly.

The Yin and Yang refer to the tear-hall beneath the eyes. If the Yin and Yang are full and plump without protruding sideways—full yet not overflowing—it is surely the physiognomy of intelligence and longevity. The front refers to the two cheekbones; if the bones are prominent, smooth, and free from any slant, it is the physiognomy of abundant wealth and high status. This is what is meant.

The room remained just as it had been. The bedding on his own bed was neatly folded, save for a faint layer of fine dust that had settled over it. Qian Dong's bed next to it was the same. Presumably, he too had been implicated and arrested.

Yun Shitian, having emerged from the Black Prison, was likewise a Purple-Venerable Sovereign, yet he far surpassed other Purple-Venerable Sovereigns of the same tier—by a vast, immeasurable margin.

Yet three days had passed, and the gates of the Kunlun Imperial Heavenly God Academy had yet to open, leaving the busybodies who loitered outside the academy every day—hoping to catch a glimpse of what the descendant of the Tianhai clan looked like—deeply disappointed.

The war-torn Later Qin Continent had long since settled down. All the factions of the former Later Qin State were entirely annexed by Zhenbei, altering the name of the state to Great Zhou. The Prince of Zhenbei ascended the throne as Emperor, the Heir of Zhenbei was appointed as Crown Prince, the Crown Prince's Consort as Crown Princess, and all meritorious officials were duly rewarded.

Neither of them spoke. They simply sat in quiet enjoyment of the present moment, gazing at the moon on the horizon as an occasional stray bird flew past.

Upon hearing this, Gu Changqing looked thoroughly displeased. Putting on an arrogant and haughty demeanor, he declared, "What is there to be afraid of? I am afraid of no evil."

Yet sometimes things truly cannot be controlled on the spur of the moment. Besides, it was said that President Gu had not been in good health lately—look at him, he had lost a whole circle of weight.

I was slightly stunned. What a capital idea! Summer and the others had strolled around the city and found it rather dull, so at my suggestion, they proactively went to run dungeons. I brought along—uh, wait, where on earth was this inner palace located?

In truth, Tianling had not fallen asleep upon the rockery; he was merely practicing his cultivation there and wished not to be disturbed. Such was his habit, requiring three hours of practice every single day.

Xiao Han paused at this point, his piercing gaze sweeping over everyone present, waiting for them to digest the meaning behind his words.

Before long, the banquet hall was filled with guests. A brief glance told Ling Tian that there were nearly a hundred people present tonight, prompting an inward sigh of admiration for Liu Suifeng's capability. Merely for Liu Feifei's birthday, he had managed to summon so many prominent figures—truly no mean feat.

"Is she alright?" Qian Yujia asked at that moment. Seeing Zhou Dense fall, a wave of relief washed over her. She cared not whether this Zhou Dense was dead or alive, for it had nothing to do with her in the first place. Now that he had collapsed, perhaps their crisis today had passed, and they would no longer be forced to surrender themselves to this creature.

"Great Assassination Art!" A sword flashed out of nowhere, resembling a viper lurking beneath fallen leaves, or a trap-spider crouching beside its burrow, suddenly erupting into a fierce and terrifying strike.

After Edra retrieved the equipment, Li Xiang was somewhat disappointed. Of the two purple items, one was a hunter's belt and the other a mage's purple tunic. Merely in terms of attributes, they were no inferior to Li Xiang's Guardian of Light, essentially belonging to the same tier.

"I think you've become a cunning spirit yourself! You calculate everything to the absolute limit. It is truly difficult for anyone to take the slightest advantage of you." Leng Yan's beautiful eyes shimmered, though her words were filled entirely with admiration.

"My lords, please dispense with the formalities. Today, this palace is merely a guest, and the true guest of honor is our Zai Xin. Everyone, please return to your seats," Murong Xiu proclaimed in a resonant voice.

There are quite a few high-temperature-tolerant creatures, but those are all fire-elemental beings. Fire-elemental beings are extremely sensitive to water and rarely even drink it, let alone live within it.

Today, he finally understood completely that he had no blood relation to his parents whatsoever! Gazing at the two people before him who had raised him through endless hardships, tears gushed from his eyes like flowing water.

The pain naturally stemmed from the dowry. Following the betrothal to the Rui Prince's Mansion, they had begun preparing for the wedding, and the sheer magnitude of the dowry had left them with splitting headaches.

A look of intense tension flashed across Sha Xiaofeng's face. An assault rifle had been lying horizontally across the back seat of the SUV, but the back seat was now completely empty.

Alas, although Ye Tian could not fully activate the defenses of the Underground Fire City, the inherent sturdiness of the Underground Fire City itself required no activation whatsoever.

"What?" the Crazy Sect Master and the Princess blurted out simultaneously, both wearing expressions of sheer disbelief.

However, the two of them had barely taken a few steps when One-Eyed Taoist Priest's face suddenly turned ashen, and he hurriedly looked back over his shoulder.

Yet Ruoyun still eagerly traveled there by carriage—not because consuming the fruit would yield immense physical benefits, but because of the symbolic meaning behind Chu Ziheng's words. It was a tangible gesture, a way for Chu Ziheng to express his value and affection for her, which was why she adored it so much.

Today's buffet was set up by Jiang Yihui in a large open space at Prince Ping's estate. Colorful awnings had been erected along the edges of the clearing to house the buffet stations, featuring freshly prepared delicacies.