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Su Yun’s desk phone rang. She pressed the speaker button, and He Mian’s voice came through, “Make a cup of coffee.”

“Oui,” Su Yun replied cheerfully.

“Go make some coffee,” Su Yun said to Wei Lan.

Wei Lan was silently taking selfies, making cute faces. Hearing this, she put her phone down.

In the afternoon, He Xiaoxiao completed transfer procedures, and the ambulance took her to the Skin Hospital in City A.

Jiang Man, walking along the corridor, had already noticed that students from other classes—even without their teachers present—were quietly studying. At this crucial moment in their final year of high school, everyone was working hard for a bright future.

In a fleeting instant, memories of storms and conflicts among the three sects on the middle banks of the river resurfaced. The talented scholar from the Greenwood Sect, whose brilliance faded like falling willow blossoms, might have become sworn brothers with Xu Qiu at the Dragon-Tiger Hall had his mother not interfered.

Chen Yi'an let out a breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the six-pointed star of the Rebirth Eye had vanished, replaced by ordinary pupils.

Although Xu Qiu cared little for the Mysterious Nether Sea, he understood the gravity of the matter. These two before him had searched for a century.

Liang Sanxing waited at the door, urging, “Cizhou, hurry up! Don’t let the Greenwood Sect’s guests wait.” Liang Sanxing was an impatient man, as his bristling beard and restless demeanor suggested.

This is tantamount to having no works at all, just a list of superstars and famous celebrities. Of course, if you sign me, perhaps I can save this top-tier star. Hearing Tang Wanderer ask about his current signing fee, Zhang Yaowei could only smile wryly. He smiled to the end, still hoping to catch a glimpse of Tang Wanderer.

If not for her sect’s unique breathing techniques, she would not have survived the beating.

Feng Hao nodded and began to pay. After paying, he spoke to Qiu Ming with relief.

But when the Second Lady saw her son alive, her face was entirely filled with shock.

“So it was you, the murderer,” Qiao Xu’s eyes showed little surprise, as if he had always known.

Truly mischievous—once tomorrow passes, wouldn’t he be released anyway? Yet he sneaked out on his own.

Not only did he save our lives, he directly injured that old witch Huang Qiniang, giving us the chance to kill her.

Lan Ruolin pulled Li Xingyun to a secluded pavilion at school, surrounded by towering trees, making it a beautiful spot.

Lin Qianyi looked at him with astonishment; Shen Jiaxing’s deep affection was something she had never expected. She was silent, unsure how to respond.

Her pupils dilated, and soon iron hooks and chains pierced straight into our bodies.

Some time ago, Jiang Fu spoke of the vastness of the world and the greatness of others, which had already instilled a sense of urgency for cultivation in him.

She opened her mouth to cry for help, but her lips were tightly covered by a hand. Her body was forcefully dragged into the bushes. Lin Qianyi, panicked, beat at the assailant’s arm, struggling desperately, yet could not budge him at all.

At this moment, Alaha Qingsen had grown gaunt beyond recognition. The young man, unseen for days, now bore white streaks in his hair. “Great Khan,” the gathered generals were all deeply shocked to see Alaha Qingsen in such a state.

“Hmph, you needn’t ask. I, Yisi Main, have roamed the grasslands for decades. Though perhaps not as renowned as some, I will not become your pawn.” Yisi Main’s expression grew darker after listening, and there was an ominous air about him.

The Blood Condensing Fairy gave a charming smile, excitedly grasping Long Wei’s arm. Her gaze toward him was full of admiration.