Chapter 23: It Just So Happens That She Is the One He Married

Xu Tanxi drew a sharp breath, her mind racing.

Due to the nature of their profession, they often spent time together in the theater rehearsal rooms, so they were all somewhat familiar with each other's personal belongings. That black hair tie was particularly excellent—it held a bun firmly in place, and with its two small pearls, it was both beautiful and practical. Xu Tanxi had stocked up on quite a few.

Since Fang Zhuoting had confronted her directly, a frantic denial would likely not suffice. Xu Tanxi nodded. "Yes."

The Charm Leopard Organization also attached great importance to this matter. If they could truly create mutants with a hundredfold increase in strength, there would be nothing beyond their control, and no force capable of standing against them.

"Fourth Concubine, I have matters to discuss with Tianqin. You should leave for now." In Zhuo Tianmei’s eyes, someone of the Fourth Concubine’s status as a concubine was not worth speaking to, let alone keeping in her thoughts. Having enjoyed a life of privilege for so many years, she had long forgotten that she, too, was merely the child of a concubine.

"I see." Nangong Tian helped her steady her breathing, realizing that if the issue wasn't within Jiang Xinyu’s heart, it must be physical. Yet, for someone who cultivated profound energy, what sort of physical problem could she possibly have?

He was retreating, pushed back by the force of the blade. His feet had already dragged deep furrows into the ground, a testament to the sheer magnitude of that power.

A suffocating sensation washed over him, much like a child who cannot swim being plunged into a river.

Tao Shigang and Layman Yueqiu exchanged glances. At first, they had assumed this person of their own age was the mentor of Master Lin, but they hadn't expected the roles to be reversed. However, they didn't dwell on it too much; their primary purpose in coming was to discuss matters with Master Lin.

Everyone knew that Master Lin had gone to present an award; it had been broadcast live on television and across the internet.

Whether it was Chun Yuji or Mencius, although there were countless self-righteous figures throughout history, none had ever been arrogant enough to claim they were proposing a "universal and eternal" truth.

This storm was composed of stellar fire energy. One didn't need to ask how dense such visible fire energy must be. Ordinarily, it was impossible for such dense stellar energy to be formed by a human; even for a Star Warrior, such a phenomenon was unheard of during cultivation.

To other factions, Ning Fuchen was a man they could not afford to offend. They knew all too well how powerful the Mo family was, and yet, under the hands of this fierce demon Ning Fuchen, they had been completely annihilated in mere moments.

Zhu Wen sighed. "Alas! To think that back then, the Emperor and I rose in rebellion together, as close as brothers. I never imagined that today we would be separated by death, never to meet again!" Having said this, he forced a few tears from his eyes.

She lunged at me and gave me a beating, leaving me with no choice but to beg for mercy repeatedly. Afterward, Jiangjiang stretched and said that after the meeting ended, she wanted me to accompany her to buy clothes. I replied that it was, of course, no problem.

"Zhou, you must hold on. It will all be over soon." Adam looked toward the elevator in the corridor. He suddenly turned away, as if afraid of the elevator, and shouted these words toward the stairs leading to the top floor.

Shi Run turned her head and saw a bag being passed between the maid and Aya. She saw it clearly—it was a brand of underwear that she also wore.

At about seven-thirty in the evening, I finally caught sight of Liang Xiaojing. She was wearing a short red dress and carrying the bag from earlier that day, walking expressionlessly toward the back of the Jinchuan Building. The front of the building was a shopping mall, and there were stairs at the back leading to the residential area.

Aya was, in the end, at a loss, not daring to look at him. In her peripheral vision, she saw his long legs, which had been hanging toward the ground, begin to spasm. Beneath his dark blue trousers, the muscles of his legs seemed to bulge like sharp ridges. Aya lowered her head, doubting what she had seen, but he promptly pulled his legs back.