A single day apart feels like three autumns.

Qu Wan spent a long time at the school, wandering through it alone. In a way, she was retracing the steps Jiang Zeyu had once taken. The winter landscape was bleak, and the campus felt desolate. An old man remarked that the number of students was dwindling and the school would soon close, forcing the town’s children to seek education elsewhere. As she wandered, Qu Wan took out her phone and snapped some pictures; if the school were to disappear, Jiang Zeyu might feel a sense of loss, and these photos would at least provide him with some memories.

After leaving the prison, Jiang Zeyu began calling Qu Wan, but the poor signal kept the calls from going through. Qu Wan was a stranger in this place, unable to even understand the local dialect.

The power of the magic formation had already been sapped by eighty or ninety percent; had they arrived any later, it might have already escaped. He had previously hoped that at least one of his disciples would rank in the top fifty, which would have brought their average to a respectable level.

After graduation, I interviewed directly at my senior’s company. My supervisor told me he was still single. A week ago, he asked me to accompany him to look at coffee machines and wrote down the address of Yunshui. Driven by curiosity, I followed him without hesitation.

The gunshot prompted the task force and the police to storm in instantly, leveling all their weapons in the direction pointed out by Bai Youlong.

Xuanyuan Nuo did not realize that from the moment he opened his eyes after discovering the assassin sent to poison him, history had irrevocably changed. His future was no longer the one he had already lived, but had been surrendered back to the heavens to decide.

On the third day of the National Day holiday, I stayed home playing games all day. No one invited me out, which left me feeling utterly dejected. Li Jiaxin and Sister Guo’er had promised to call me to hang out, but there had been no word from them—they were total flakes.

It was already past three in the afternoon when Gao Zijian and I went out. Before that, we had checked the hotel but found no record of Gao Ziran staying there.

Two days after winter break began, Brother Ban called us to say he was treating us to a meal and had a major announcement to make.

After the meal, Zheng Yuan whispered a few words to Gu Xiaoyi, kissed her gently on the forehead, and turned to head back to his room.

She walked into the dining room and, seeing the cluttered table and the greasy meat buns scattered across the floor, felt her face flush with embarrassment.

He had called Ye Beichen earlier, thinking he was merely late, unaware that Ye Beichen had no intention of continuing the job at all.

Because the three leaders were gathered together, Liu Dadao and Old Yan had only brought their concealed weapons to avoid suspicion, and now they found themselves completely unable to fight back.

Employing the same "Dharma Manifestation" technique, Jiang Cheng’s hundred-meter-tall physical form surged with an endless tide of blood and energy capable of scorching the heavens. He was like an ancient giant, his aura monstrous, his strength like that of a dragon.

"Tianci, let me introduce you. This is my husband, the man Ren Ran calls Uncle!" Fu Wanqing turned back and pulled Zhao Hengyuan toward Pei Tianci.

"If you can't go on, just admit it. There’s no shame in that," Chen Runze said while helping him walk outside.

Jiang Xia turned her head and discovered it was Zhang Xia. She was holding a chicken wing, but upon seeing Jiang Xia, her expression turned flustered. She finished the food in her mouth in a few bites and hurried away.

Chen Runze looked where he was directed and saw stacks of cash being delivered endlessly; it looked like there was far more than a million—perhaps even tens of millions.

To Jiang Cheng, Xiong Tuoshan had, in a sense, long been like family, practically a half-member of the Wudang sect.

"You are quite concerned about the affairs of Chi Zilie. I have never seen you show such care for me," Feng Tian said, seeing her urgency.

An Qian packed her bags in a fit of pique. Damn it, what a load of nonsense this deal was; she wouldn't do it anymore. She didn't want to be some high-and-mighty young mistress.

The power of the lightning was too immense; Lin Yun could only barely wield it, and her control was far from effortless. Especially in her battle against Chi Yan, Lin Yun had discovered many fatal flaws.

Everyone followed Chun Niang’s hand to where she was pointing. Her finger was directed at the bed of the babbling, flowing stream.