The human heart is the easiest thing of all to change.

When it came to this matter, Han Yuncai did not immediately answer Gu Yao’s question.

She thought of what Qiao Shuangqing had said that morning in the council chamber when she submitted her resignation:

"Sister Han, you are already at this age, why do you still want to meddle in so much? Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes, let them resolve their own affairs."

"The most important thing right now is to take good care of the old lady, and not let her mood be affected by the children's matters before she passes on."

"Furthermore..."

Leaning against a big tree provides good shade—this has been true through all dynasties, and Xue Ming was naturally well aware of what such a big tree meant to a lazy person like him.

Guided by Huang Dao, Nanyun felt as if she were holding a detailed map, and Huang Dao’s words sounded quite like the tone of a navigation system.

"The Earth-Sea Clan, human-headed and snake-bodied, possess the most formidable and persistent reproductive capacity of all the races across the starry sky. Unless you perish, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, the Earth-Sea Clan will hunt you down." A look of faint terror crossed the face in white when mentioning the Earth-Sea Clan.

"The grade of this profound array has reached at least the fifth rank or above! Even now, I cannot see through its mysteries." Chu Ling’s eyes were tightly closed, his complexion exceptionally pale, and a fine layer of sweat beaded across his forehead.

"Ugh... Very well," Nian helplessly agreed. Since it had come to this, she might as well go and check out the situation. Besides, nobody said she had to agree in the end.

Ji Mo helped Wuzhi Qi up and prepared to leave as well; if the Sword Saint in White was leaving, he could no longer stay here. Many taboo items were currently harbored within Ji Mo, and once the Sword Saint departed, these divine spirits, free of threats, would surely turn on him.

The Divine King Seal shattered, leaving the Eastern Heaven War God panic-stricken. He once again summoned seven magical artifacts, all of which operated in tandem with his divine arts, unleashing peerless killing intent.

"Heh, Lou Yu, let's leave this place first and discuss how to send Cangyuan to the Lord!" At this moment, Li Yueji spoke up. Hearing her words, Lou Yu and the others sneered at Heavenly Queen before departing from the prison.

The conversation between Xue Ming and Duan Hao not far away naturally could not escape Huniang’s sharp ears. Hearing Xue Ming say that she was now a person of the Xue Estate, a rush of heat rose once more to Huniang’s face, and her heart drifted into unspoken thoughts.

A martial artist at the Ancestral God realm had not appeared for hundreds of millions of years, yet today a youthful Ancestral God had emerged. Would you say this portends another tumultuous catastrophe for the continent?

"I feel that Ning Xin’s singing is vastly different from before, as if guided by some sort of internal energy..." squinting his eyes, Ye Feng said with a sense of realization.

"I’d like to see how he cannot be slain!" Ling Feng sneered, conjuring the Xuanyuan sword from within his body.

Lord Xinling was deeply distressed. Not only had Zhao Kuo been severely wounded, but Prince Wei Chang had also been assassinated. Their marital alliance with the state of Zhao was now likely ruined, and the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Could it truly be as Hou Ying had said, that the King of Wei was already moving to eliminate him?

The Wan family arrived on their doorstep as anticipated. Yet, facing the Wan family’s interrogation, Wu Houde not only denied that the Wu family was behind the attack, but instead wore a gloating expression, claiming that Wan Qing was arrogant and domineering, had offended goodness knows who, and thus deserved his current fate.

Zhao She sighed and said, "Very well, go lie down for a while and see. If you still don't feel better, I will summon an imperial physician to examine you." With that, he pulled Yan Shu out with him.

Yun Shi, noticing that Fang Shi had not returned for a long time, felt a surge of curiosity and stepped out to take a look. Just then, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing swiftly across the black tiled eaves. Without a shred of hesitation, he gave chase and let out this abrupt shout.

"Your reaction is so strange, it makes me wonder whether this dance can even be debuted when we reopen the day after tomorrow. Is it really that hard to accept?" Mo Northwest said somewhat vexedly, leaning down to study Murong Feinan’s expression.