27. Turmoil

"Sister!" Shang Shijun didn't know what to say. "Sister, don't go, don't scare me!" He burst into loud sobs, which truly startled Zhang Jielan and Song Qingyan.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving; I have things to attend to," Chen Runze said to Feng Sisi with an indifferent expression, preparing to turn and walk away.

"Come on, are we friends or not? He came to eavesdrop, he must be targeting me... Are you just going to watch your friend get harmed?" Fang Yu said with a sly smile.

It was the first-place position, the most conspicuous one, capable of being pinned at the top among numerous web pages.

Chen Runze was called back by Yan Liangchen. He thought there was some other unfinished business, but it turned out to be this. He also smiled and said, "President Yan, it's easy to say, easy to say. There will be plenty of time in the future." After saying this, Chen Runze waved at him and drove off with Zhang Nan.

Fu Renran walked toward the marble table and stools in front of the winery dormitory. Unfazed by the cold, she sat down and gently placed the wine jar on the table.

In fact, this was not his first encounter with Shang Jielan; one must know that much of Qin Songyue's intelligence and data was not guarded against him.

She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself in a daze for a long while. She had to admit that Pei Tianci had excellent taste; this long gown made her look like a celestial being.

Suddenly hearing footsteps approaching from deep within the pasture, she crouched alertly among the alpacas, pretending to be one of them.

With a bid of 450,000, as the golden gavel fell, Ye Feng's heart finally settled.

"What's going on, Ye Feng?" The experienced team leaders Wang Shuang and Yue Jin hadn't noticed anything. There was no sound outside, only the habitual cawing of ravens.

"Then prove it with your actions. Although Ichino Ichiharu brought mostly elites from the Japanese art world, do you think you are inferior? Yes, you are just freshmen, but everyone who can enter the National Academy of Arts is an elite, especially this year... you few." Professor Yu looked at the top four students of the year.

It was a dusty, gray door covered in grime. Li Xiang walked over, but surprisingly, he could not push open this door made of some unknown metal.

Early in the morning, the tranquility and dampness left by the long night still lingered in the air. The sun climbed above the horizon early, painting the distance in a deep crimson, which unconsciously lifted one's spirits. It felt as though life were full of vitality, ready to welcome the challenges of a new day, living with high morale.

However, even if he couldn't change his ways, Jiang Baige would not give him another penny, for this was his destiny.

Lu Yueshe and Meng Yuying were still staying at that medical clinic. After so many days, Meng Yuying's condition had improved significantly, though her arm remained completely bandaged. Consequently, she still could not eat by herself, and for these past days and the foreseeable future, she would still need Lu Yueshe to feed her.

Even Zi Baihe and Su Yanliuyi suddenly discovered that Li Xiang seemed different, like a mirror that had been left for years and now, suddenly wiped clean of dust, radiated a light so brilliant one dared not look directly at it.

"Then I, your big brother, support you too." Zhou Meng imitated Zhao Yun's gesture and gave Zhao Fei a pat. But Zhou Meng's execution was truly somewhat chilling.

"My name is Dick Zhang, you can call me Dick." In a place like this, Chu Yan would never use his real name, because his opponent, Ya, was the same.

He had always known that since his mother arrived at the Li family, she had been the type to squander wealth, but he hadn't expected her to be this extravagant.

"This is Ye Shanli, right? Are you here to check the bounty missions posted by the War Saint Alliance?" The voice rang out right beside Xiao Fan's ear; it was the warlock player who had been watching him. The man stepped forward, glanced at the bulletin board, and spoke loudly.

Ling Yu felt something was amiss and asked, "Why, why me specifically?" His mind was filled with the techniques that Chu Yan had just displayed—those eight Return to Origin Seals, whether in Daoist intent or spiritual energy, were completely beyond his comprehension.

After walking along the village road for another fifteen minutes, they finally reached the Lin family's house at the foot of the mountain. The courtyard gate was half-open.

"Senior brother sacrificed himself for the Dao; although the Dao body has fallen, it is the will of heaven. At this point, are you still unwilling to take action?" Li You smiled.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ling shifted his attention to the stone, discovering that its surface was smooth as a mirror and rounded, with streams of light flickering across it. Inside the stone, tiny lights shimmered like countless stars in a vast universe, dazzling to the eye.

The Nascent Soul cultivator, seeing that Qian Bainian did not answer the question but instead burst into loud, wailing sobs with a shrill, thin voice, appeared to be in pain, yet not a single tear fell.

Sending her to the battlefield was too dangerous. A job that would allow her to be helpful while remaining relatively safe would likely be to utilize her Void powers.

Although the school seemed like an obvious target, it was actually safer than other places because it was inconvenient for the GHQ side to take action there.

"Don't worry, it won't take up too much of your time." After Zhou Liyang finished speaking, he whispered a few words to Lin Sixian and turned to leave.

Two weeks later, Luo Yuan finally completed everything. He found the person in charge of the TV animation department. That person had originally thought the boss had forgotten about the matter, so naturally, he was overjoyed. That very day, he pulled Luo Yuan into a long meeting, during which Luo Yuan divided the work into three teams.