Volume 1, Chapter 41: Let's Go Hang Out at the Great Desert's Royal Court for a Few Days

Little Kaixin considered herself an invincible beauty, so having someone point at her nose and mock her was quite a blow to her pride. Therefore, this time she held nothing back. Charging into the ranks of the Desert faction like a gust of wind, her hands flew as her staff swept across the area, instantly sending the once magnificent and orderly Desert troop tumbling into utter chaos in the blink of an eye.

Shu Zijun and the others immediately and skillfully stepped forward to deliver the finishing blows.

"Some matters are better left unmanaged by you." She did not want An Muchen to help her with everything, as she would end up owing countless favors that she could never hope to repay.

In short, once the agreement was reached, the restructuring of the steel industry's landscape was basically set in stone.

That evening gown alone was entirely one-of-a-kind. People looked at Lu Feifei with eyes full of envy and jealousy, while Lu Feifei felt as though she had been shot by a stray bullet despite simply lying down.

"You filthy insect, get lost far away from me! Space-Time Fragmented Blade!" Wan Qing's expression turned as dark as pitch. Raising his long sword high, he slashed down fiercely. A fierce sword light that spanned heaven and earth—resembling the faint dawn at the very beginning of creation, carrying countless spatial fragments and the chaotic power of time and months—shot straight toward that disgusting insect.

"That's because everyone coming to the restaurant for the second time looks impatient and eager, with their necks craned in anticipation! Only you newcomers can remain so calm!" said the Second Senior Brother.

"Consent? How could Senior Brother and the others possibly agree to let you turn them into such ghostly freaks!" The Master roared in fury, as if he could no longer contain the rage in his heart, and charged straight at him wielding a peach-wood sword.

"Why are guests arriving at this hour? I still have some business left to finish!" Wan Qing said helplessly.

When Su Changle and Xia Chulong finished their shopping and reached the parking lot, they almost instantly spotted that understated yet luxurious Bentley. Its window was rolled down slightly, revealing the man's sharp and handsome profile.

Perhaps because she heard An Muchen's comforting words, Lu Feifei felt much more at ease and fell asleep in his arms.

Liu Yiyi and Liu Gang walked over to greet Wu Yue, while I found a seat nearby and sat down, pretending to be a hotel guest while eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Qingluo, may I come in?" Unable to hear any sound from inside the room, Gu Jingyu anxiously asked the question right away.

Under the violent shaking, her back slammed against the door. She was not plump to begin with, and having spent these past few days alone at home in cold isolation, unwilling to eat properly, she had grown even thinner. The bones in her back crashed against the wooden door, sending a piercing pain straight to her heart.

Naturally, whoever was in her place probably wouldn't have known that Yan Liran was an evolved zombie rather than experiencing a normal condition.

Ever since his wife Qiao Bing had a conversation with Luo Wanxin, she had remained taciturn. No matter how he questioned her, she refused to speak a word. These past few days, she had been in a state of trance, causing him deep worry.

Especially now that they had reached the Qi-gathering stage, the number of people who could skillfully fly on swords could be counted on one hand.

Grandfather kept placing food into Ye Qi's bowl, while the father scolded the old man for spoiling the child, yet still continued to fill bowl after bowl of rice for Ye Qi.

As she gazed blankly down at the bottom of the cliff, he guessed her thoughts. It was a gamble anyway—whether jumping off the cliff or fighting desperately to carve out a path to survival, as long as she was by his side, he would die without any regrets.

The carriage curtain was lifted. Watching the tenth prince personally entertain the elders, he saw the youthful immaturity slowly fade from the young man's face, replaced by a composure and a seasoned maturity. He was no longer a reckless tenth prince; instead, he exuded a sense of imposing, heaven-supporting strength.

"What are you nonsense talkers saying! Yiyi is not the kind of person you make her out to be." Le Yu said with an angry expression, shielding Yun Yiyi behind him.

At that very moment, more men in black launched a surprise attack from ahead. Before they could even figure out how many enemies there were, another batch of assassins descended from the sky above the rear cliff, swinging down on suspension ropes.

It seemed that Li Tianyou's speculation this time yielded much more information than the previous two attempts, yet the Heavenly Dao did not smile.