"Yi family? I've already made it perfectly clear, I don't take them seriously at all!" Li Yang spread his hands dismissively.
Chen Cong felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation, as if he couldn't even breathe.
Jiang Yanchen leisurely picked up a wet towel and wiped his hands clean before raising his head, his expression tinged with disdain.
Jiang Yan knew her third brother was standing before her, but the more he was there, the less she dared to look up. It was often when facing those closest to her that she least wanted to voice her own inadequacies and grievances.
He Shan looked at her expectantly, her mind involuntarily drifting back to the bowl of noodles Lin Ruanruan had made for her last time.
And while the White Mountain beast, with its dulled senses, could not discern such a trick, Hong Ling, with her sharp mind, certainly could.
A colossal figure strode in. It was entirely ice-blue, its fur like thorns, neither wolf nor dog.
Speak of the devil, as Jia Yu rounded the covered walkway, he saw Li Qi approaching gracefully, her steps like lotus blossoms. She wore a pale pink dress, and her dark hair was adorned with ribbons of various colors, rippling gently in the soft evening breeze, appearing both radiant and elegant.
Offending them was an unforgivable death, even leading to the extermination of their entire clan. Jia Mu cried out in misery, repeatedly proclaiming her innocence. This was not her intention; she had had dealings with Chen You and Jia Baoyu, and she had intended to use this opportunity to have Jia Baoyu come and apologize to him, and incidentally gain favor in front of the Crown Prince and establish a connection. Who knew it would turn out like this.
Li Guangcai really wanted to witness their battle, to broaden his horizons. He thought for a moment and decided against it. Swords and spears have no eyes, and getting caught in the crossfire would be the most tragic thing. That fellow Shan Xiao said he wouldn't die, which was probably true, but whether he would feel pain or suffer was uncertain.
Thus, because Lu Baobao yielded, her room became Bai Cha's, the school's competition slots became Bai Cha's, and even the friends who used to fawn over Lu Baobao now gravitated towards Bai Cha.
"Song Xuan, come here." Song Cheng couldn't stand seeing his younger brother standing with Bai Cha. He reached out to pull Song Xuan's arm, and unexpectedly, Song Xuan stumbled, falling to the ground in a dishevelled manner.
Fortunately, Lin Cangxi and the others merely nodded slightly towards Gu Shuxian before discreetly blending into the crowd of guests. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ling Qi on the stage. She took a deep breath and, in a steady, solemn tone, read the eulogy in her hand.
"You... what are you going crazy about!" Ling Qi, filled with shame and anger, braced herself. Her first instinct was to give this audacious 'bastard' a good beating, but the violent fluctuations in her mood left her 'gate' in chaos, utterly lacking in order. There was no way she could teach this opponent, who was first-class in both physique and technique, a lesson.
However, there was one thing Luo Tian could be sure of: Senior Brother Feng might not necessarily be able to catch up to Shen Ying'er. Although he couldn't explain why he thought so, Luo Tian just had a special feeling about Shen Ying'er, which was that he believed Shen Ying'er would definitely find a way to evade Feng Tianjie's pursuit.
The stone man silently advanced, carrying Chen Yuan onto the divine throne infused with the power of faith without a word.
If Xue Yin had not taken the Level-Surpassing Pill, it would have been understandable. But having taken it, he was now a genuine sixth-level expert. To be instantly killed in this state was undoubtedly difficult for everyone to believe.
When these discussions finally reached their conclusion, not only were the countless people in the arena stunned, but even the high-ranking members of the Luo family on the elevated platform were taken aback.
As night fell, Yuan City was brightly lit, and there were many pedestrians on the streets. Numerous families in the city were celebrating disciples who had joined sects, and even families that had not left the city were invited. As for the Yu family, they quietly stayed in the inn, not venturing out.