Apologies.

My condition isn't very good today and I'm feeling a bit stuck with the writing, so there will only be two chapters today. I'll take some time to adjust and try to push out a burst of updates tomorrow.

Hearing this, Niu Qianli thought for a moment, but did not say a single word. It wasn't until he saw a gigantic ancient tree of pure, jade-like emerald green appearing ahead that he froze in utter astonishment.

What is more, even in times of war, there is the adage that emissaries are not to be executed in battle between two armies. Although some people might disregard it, under normal circumstances, this rule is still observed.

For the three days following her return, everything went on as usual. Ma Jing had no idea that by next week, she would no longer have the chance to work at any company under the Xia Corporation.

A geyser of water erupted, splashing away as if fleeing. After the water curtain dissipated, an uneven patch in the center of the lake continuously bubbled, sending ripples slowly spreading outward before finally vanishing upon the surface of the water.

He was not afraid of this young man; he had never feared anyone in his life. Yet at this very instant, he suddenly felt an unprecedented wave of tension—so tense that even his breathing paused.

The hand with which Jia Leshan was supporting Chuchu suddenly tightened, and an expression of pain immediately surfaced on Chuchu's beautiful face.

The young man smiled and nodded, finally saying with a trace of lingering regret on his face, "Actually, I feel that the person most suited for the position of the King of Punishments is you. However, given your personality, you would certainly be unwilling to take it on."

Upon seeing that yellow mist, everyone's eyes widened. Jia Huo and Fu Sang in particular almost failed to hold themselves back from snatching the object right then and there.

The car window rolled down, revealing a charming, beautiful, and familiar face to Qin Yang. She offered him a faint smile, her eyes sparkling like autumn water, radiant and enchanting.

Tang Muer did not feel any particular discomfort at Liu Wuchen directly addressing the sect leader by his given name. After all, toward a figure who existed merely as a distant abstraction in her memory, she did not have any profound emotional reaction.

Zhao Congheng remained the Grand General. Just what kind of military strength he commanded perhaps even Zhao Congheng himself was unsure of.

As soon as the four of them entered, a waiter came up to greet them and impeccably guided them to their seats.

"I found it, look!" Su Min happily handed it over to Riben, then sat down beside her, overflowing with joy, her eyes gazing at him affectionately, "Darling."

Su Wuchuan did not say much more. After all, time was limited, and he still needed to go buy formal attire. Attending the banquet dressed in such casual clothes simply wouldn't do, especially since there would be reporters present in the evening; he could hardly show up in casual wear.

Indeed, she had already integrated very well into Chinatown, using the term "white ghosts" with great familiarity.

When she and Su Heng went up the mountain last night, it was actually already rather late. After wandering around the temple grounds at leisure, by the time they emerged from the quarters of the monk suspected of being a person of high virtue, it was already the end of the Si hour.

Her vision blocked by this notification, Wang Zhaojun was taken down in the canyon by a Daji who had only a sliver of health left, finishing her off with a full combo of skills.

Xiao Yichen nodded. The opponents were coming on aggressively; it was impossible for them to call it a day after just a single round of defeat.

Jiang Chenhou, Qi Shen, and Yan Yun were all prominent figures of status and influence in the capital. Once properly groomed and dressed, they headed toward the Western Market.

The sound of a man's voice reached her ears, taking her by surprise. She hurriedly hid behind the bathroom screen, cautiously peeking out to look.

Wei Xian chose a random location to get out of the car, then found a quiet teahouse nearby. Closing the door, he began to ponder the matter of the subordinate planes. From what he could gather so far, the subordinate planes seemed to be feeding back energy into the master plane. Otherwise, why would the red envelopes descend nowhere else except in the vicinity of Wei Xian?

Therefore, in the end, he had to weigh the gains and losses to see how he could maximize his freedom without pushing himself to exhaustion.