This deal is highly profitable.

Qu Jin appeared calm and unruffled, as if he were used to such things. “Who did you hit?”

Qu Wan hesitated, rubbing her nose with some guilt. “Ahem, Shen Panpan—do you remember her? She used to come to our house often. Her boyfriend is the one about to get engaged. That scoundrel cheated and acted all self-righteous about it. He pushed Shen Panpan and tried to hit her. I happened to witness it, got a bit angry, and stepped in to help.”

Qu Jin said nothing, seemingly sorting through the information in his mind, trying hard to match these faces.

Finally, he asked, “I recall you and Shen Panpan didn’t get along. When your engagement was called off, wasn’t it she who spread the news? Didn’t you two have an argument then?”

Qu Wan pursed her lips. “That’s all in the past. We never had a good relationship, always arguing when we met, but…”

Though I have little attachment to the Dark Night Onmyoji Hall, I did receive some kindness from them. I’m not exactly a full member, but at least half. If I reveal my identity now, wouldn’t that be the same as walking right into enemy territory? That would be rather awkward.

Gao Yucheng knew if it hadn’t been for Princess Dreamseeker sending someone to find the Thousand-Handed General, he would never have stolen the He Shi Bi.

Especially during those days when Akatome was giving birth, Bai Yu was exquisitely considerate; he personally attended to her every need, from clothing and food to shelter.

“Please be seated. I will tell you what you want to know,” Yun Mo said, not bothering much with Flower Demon Song, his hands continuing their work.

In a sudden flash, Robinson felt as if he had returned to the days when he faced Number Thirty-Four. Back then, he could at least put up some resistance, and on offense, he was still able to make a difference. But now…

Bai Yu’s heart began to thunder, and with its rhythmic beating, the flames in his hands and on his body danced accordingly.

Mo Xi’s current position is truly awkward. The Knicks are famously Real Madrid-esque, rarely nurturing their draft picks. Van Gundy has done all he could; anything more would be too much to ask.

Some diners leaned in, eager to see what kind of sword this was—was it truly the legendary Weeping Blood Sword?

As the leader of the team from the largest city in America, Mo Xi’s every move was under scrutiny. If he left to see a psychologist, it would no doubt make headlines the next day: “Shocking! New York leader under heavy pressure seeks psychologist. Are the Knicks done for?”

“There are quite a lot of people here. It’ll take at least four trips to move everything. That means I’ll need to draw seven talismans. Seems a bit much,” Lin Xi said helplessly.

On this day, television stations around the world erupted. The colossal giant appeared for the first time, its enormous head spanning a thousand yards, its majestic body shaking the earth with a single movement, splitting mountains, and with a single word, stirring storms.

Yet he still felt his whole body on the verge of breaking. The Dragon-Slaying Technique was the foremost sword art in the world, razor-sharp, and he had pushed himself to advance in one go—no wonder the pain was unbearable.

Wu Feng clutched his chest in terror, thankful that Xiao Tian’ao was present. Otherwise, he would surely have been done for. If he had been caught, Second Sister would probably flay him alive.

“I know that too, so for now, Aaron is safe,” Gu Shuxian replied coolly, offering no further comment. She was somewhat disappointed that Wangyang Group’s political connections seemed inferior to those of Cangyuan.

After their establishment, they ruled with an iron fist, unleashing bloody terror, and together laid down regulations to jointly govern the ancient city.

Having lived more than two hundred years, I’ve seen everything. I can still find amusement amidst hardship and keep my composure; otherwise, I would have lost myself long ago.

The sword that accompanied me all my life was once the sword of a fallen master from the Sword Sect—now a solitary famed blade, its final resting place.

At this moment, the crowd below the arena was abuzz, discussing which young master would stand out in the free challenge and become the ultimate champion.

If I throw the match and lose a hundred points of reward, at least I could stay in this world a while longer—maybe even live here for a hundred years.