052. The Land No One Believed In

At this moment, the conference hall remained ablaze with light, and the atmosphere grew ever more fervent. After the staff collected the bidding documents for the new energy project one by one, a fresh round of project presentations began in quick succession. The results of the bidding were not announced immediately, as the staff needed time to tally and verify the submissions. The list of those selected would be revealed only after the project introduction session concluded, leaving everyone with a lingering sense of suspense.

Tang Fei, feeling genuinely sleepy, nestled her head into the emperor’s arms, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Deng Feiyin swept his large hand through the air; black smoke rose above his head, gathering into a mass of menacing clouds in the sky. Within the swirling darkness, countless fierce ghost heads rolled and howled with eerie cries.

The Sword of Eternal Calamity absorbed the last essence of the sword embryo and suddenly shot forth a pillar of light, dazzling and blinding. Qingzhou squinted, and when he opened his eyes again, the sword had transformed entirely.

Faced with such a difficult situation, Konghai had little choice but to nod and let the Azure Luan go.

Nakamura said nothing. He silently drew his samurai sword from its sheath, wiped it several times with a piece of pure white silk, then returned it to its scabbard. His gaze remained fixed on Song Jie and the others, chatting and laughing not far away.

A skilled beast tamer can turn a lone wolf into a loyal dog belonging to no one but himself.

“They’re all waiting for you.” Li Huiqin wore a mask as well; her voice was deep, not the passionate and kindly tone she presented to the media. This was the genuine emotion of a politician.

King Liao, Mu Tangzhi, whose head was already under bounty, showed no expression; Lin Zong was full of sorrow; the Emperor of Fengdu furrowed his brow, while only Chu Tongcheng remained calm and collected.

Four beams of light burst forth, each unleashing its power, evolving into a barrier that trapped the Crown Prince inside.

In the fifth year of the Yellow Dragon era, Xie Chaozong did not enter officialdom by virtue of familial favor but participated in the Jiangzhou imperial examination, ranking first as the top scholar. The following year, he went to the capital for the metropolitan exam and became the top candidate again, and in the palace examination was personally chosen by Emperor Xiao as the champion. He achieved three consecutive firsts and became renowned across the land.

The master of the fifth floor of the Broken Sky Tower, Leng Yanhan, appeared; the experts from Xuanmi Temple arrived with all their disciples, surrounding everyone.

Before the warriors could react, the commander had already reached the edge of the cliff. With a final resolve, he took the first step. The cliff was not tall enough to scrape the sky, but even a mere dozen meters was fatal, especially with the deadly rocks below.

Liao Fan extended the invitation, insisting on being the host. The issues set for discussion today had already been reviewed by Chairman Meow and Commissar Jiang; only after they found no objections did Liao Fan present them to everyone.

At this moment, Li Tianyou had released the demonic energy in his core, holding the Autumn Water Without Trace as he stared coldly at the Nine-Headed Demon Dog.

The matter had been clarified; the next step was up to the Germans. They weren’t worried about the Germans reneging, since the stakes were national and the Germans understood the gravity of trading technology for such a price.

“But that man had nothing to do with Gu Huai; he was merely a tenant from next door who came to the capital seeking his landlord. Seeing mushrooms, he thought to pick some to sell for extra income. The guards gave the old man some silver coins and asked him to leave.” At this point, Qing Ruiyang paused, unsure how to continue.

“Brother Jin, it's been a while. I’m sorry I arrived a step late, and you were frightened!” Gui Zhenjiang cupped his hands to greet Wukong.

Yet most human disciples hoped that Zhuge Shenxing would die here, so they might have a chance to survive, even if that chance seemed slim.

With that, she reluctantly led Shangguan Zisu home, though in truth, they had never left the house.

Li Jun took Zhang Zhiqiang’s file, glanced at it carefully, and cold sweat trickled down his spine. As expected, most of the chips sold today had already been collected in batches by an account from the Flower City East Road brokerage.