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Ali was curious about Su Yun’s mysterious suitor for a moment, but she soon cast the thought aside, distracted by the latest gossip surrounding Wei Heng and Zhuang Jiang.

Photos of Zhuang Jiang and Wei Qing attending a charity gala together had hit all the major headlines. Normally, this would be unremarkable—entrepreneurs often attend such events to burnish their reputations—but the turning point came when Wei Qing personally announced that Zhuang Jiang was set to marry into the Wei family as his granddaughter-in-law.

The public was in an uproar, and reporters scrambled through the night to meet their deadlines.

Upon hearing this, the Empress finally wore a look of joy. She offered a few more kind words to me before stepping out. The moment she left, Han Xiao entered the room.

"Supreme Kai of the East, please tell Xixi and Liya that I have an urgent matter to attend to in the lower realms!" Bardock said anxiously. He was genuinely afraid that Raditz might die; no matter how wicked the boy was, he was still his son, and as a father who had failed to raise him properly, he bore a heavy responsibility.

Although he was no longer a student at the academy, it still felt like his alma mater.

"Chao-ge, you could really be a commentator," Zhai Qihan said to Ma Chao from Shanghai with a serious expression.

The next day, Li Ye and Zhang Tiancheng led a guard company to the Jimei County government office to explain their purpose to Magistrate Qi and Lieutenant Lu. "Magistrate, Lieutenant Lu, what is the meaning of this? Why did the Leizhou provincial government issue an official directive asking me to lead troops to suppress the mutiny of the Leizhou garrison?" Li Ye asked, getting straight to the point.

Before long, six steaming dishes and three pots of wine were set upon the table. "Come, let me welcome you two brothers," Li Ye said, pouring wine for Gao Siji and Gao Sixiang before draining his own cup in one go.

Wang Ting and Feng Qingyang looked at Wang Jie’s mysterious smile, their hearts skipping a beat as they slowly began to understand.

"She is your sister, and she is mine as well," Qin Fei said, lifting her hand to show her fingers interlaced with He Shiyao’s.

The innkeeper first shook his head, then gave a heavy nod, looking as if he wanted to leave but dared not. Just as I was feeling cheerful and about to tease him a bit more, I saw the masked man walk down from upstairs, pass me without a glance, and head straight for the door.

"That goes without saying. Father finds the Shangguan family utterly repulsive right now; why would he ever visit her? Tell me, how is my mother faring?" Zhongli Shuo’s voice was hollow, as if the schemes he had orchestrated had nothing to do with him at all.

The second stage of evolution began. The white substance enveloping his head cracked open, revealing Aizen’s face. His eyes remained in a hollowed, pitch-black state, and his hair grew wildly until it reached his waist.

Nan Xiao subconsciously looked back at the place where Ye Chen was in seclusion, his eyes filled with profound gratitude. All of this was thanks to Ye Chen; without him, Ghost Wind City would have been reduced to a city of the dead under the onslaught of the evil spirits. How could there be a tomorrow?

"Sisi, is he just as cool at home as he is at school?" Su Yaya asked, her eyes sparkling with hearts.

An Cheng-you and Jung Ryeo-won stepped into the car prepared for them. Thanks to the success of their drama, they were scheduled to walk the red carpet late, appearing just before Hyun Bin and Kim Sun-ah.

"Yes! Coming right away!" Brook threw his guitar aside and rushed out after Zhang Zimo.

He then reached out and inserted the room card into the slot on the wall, and the room’s lights flared to life.

"Zzz... sss-sss-sss!" A blinding blue light flashed, accompanied by a crackling thunderous sound, as a swarm of electric snakes, resembling earthworms, writhed everywhere. He blew a puff of smoke, and the corpse inside the stone coffin instantly crumbled into ash.

With a thought, Ye Chen summoned a Tower of Vows. Master Wangchen’s eyes gleamed with astonishment. "To have actually formed a Tower of Vows—this is truly rare." A faint smile touched the corner of Ye Chen’s mouth. It was only natural; on the planet Biran, tens of thousands of years of accumulated vows had been harvested, so how could it not be substantial?