Volume 1, Chapter 44: The Master's Exclusive Favor!

At the peak, inside the disciples' pavilion.

Just after returning, the room was already piled high with elixirs, talismans, precious artifacts, all neatly arranged in the courtyard.

Among all the disciples' pavilions lined up, this one was especially eye-catching!

“...Isn't this a bit too conspicuous?”

Not long after, Jingyu Nangong arrived with Mu Qingqing, bringing along a whole cart pulled by a dragon horse.

But the moment the master and disciple entered the courtyard, their eyes widened in disbelief!

They even had more than what they had received!

Su Jinxi stared in surprise, eyes wide open, yet she neither dodged nor struggled. Gradually, she closed her eyes, savoring the kiss from Ye Youyao.

Zhao Tiezhu’s eyes flickered slightly. Even the Huang family of the Hua clan knew about this. It seemed they had come well-prepared this time. But who had leaked the news? The agreement with the Hua clan was finalized over the phone. In theory, no one except the Hua clan members and Zhao Tiezhu should have known.

Ma Aimin heard the other party mention the director’s name in one breath, and with such a bold tone, he instantly believed three-tenths of it.

Yet, despite the light tap, the sound was still audible. Upon hearing this, Su Yuche suddenly burst into tears, crying out loudly.

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The ghost hound howled in agony, barely able to rise, but Leaf Chen kept striking it back. Its massive body was covered in blood and broken bones.

She was demonstrating through her actions that from now on, our two tribes would be closely united.

“What does the rumor have to do with you!” Zhilian cut him off, her voice involuntarily rising a few decibels.

After Su Qinghan exited the inner gate, he saw a crowd of media gathered at the main entrance, cameras flashing at him. Everyone appeared unusually excited upon seeing him.

Guan Jinlin stared blankly at Guo Dayong and his eight companions approaching, his head swelling as if it would burst like a dough. Filled with anger, urgency, and sorrow, he punched the wall and sighed heavily.

Zhang Yang and Director Liu had just downed a drink when their expressions suddenly darkened, and they abruptly set their glasses down.

Meng Mianchun looked at the pale neck before her, feeling her anger rising sharply.

Her expression was too natural, eyes filled with doubt. When she looked up, she seemed quite puzzled by Xie Pingmao’s shocked expression.

Unlike Jiuluo’s red lotus flame, Ling Ge’s spiritual fire was as dazzling as a rainbow on the horizon, each layer of color harboring infinite deadly intent.

As darkness fell, gazing over the vast snowy land, thoughts drifted to the complicated matters of Liao. After secret talks with Zhao Cheng and Li Zhong, Dong Xuanwu’s heart filled with worry, unable to devise a solution. It turned out the Liao situation was far more complex than he had imagined.

Holding the trembling figure in his arms, he had to accept a harsh reality: she would never return to the Heavenly Court; the curse still remained.

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“Seems so,” Lu Qianshan accepted his explanation,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.