Volume 1, Chapter 59: Romantic Dinner at the Bamboo Grove Restaurant

You Jin did not expect her to toss the question right back at him. He glanced at her briefly before returning his full attention to driving.

Song Wanxi’s counter-question was clearly meant to cater to him.

Whatever answer he wanted to hear, Song Wanxi would provide.

Yet that answer might not necessarily be her true feelings.

Thus, the question instantly became completely meaningless.

The vehicle drove deeper into the secluded mountain highway. The lush, verdant bushes were draped with countless twinkling decorative ambient lights, creating the surreal illusion of straying into a river of stars.

Sizhen looked up at Fulin, who was extending a hand to her. He appeared to be only four or five years older than her, with sword-like brows, star-like eyes, and a prominent nose bridge, still retaining a hint of youthful innocence. Yet in his speech and manner, there was an inherent uprightness and solemn dignity.

Many people say that one should part with casual elegance, making sure a man never sees you crying, so that he will remember you with fondness in the days to come.

Zhou Xiaocheng listened with a splitting headache. The Princess Consort regarded her husband as her heaven and dared not defy Zhou Xiaocheng, yet she also did not want her son to become his enemy.

Xia Xie gave a dry cough and cast a reproachful look at Wang Tong and the strategist, both of whom sheepishly covered their mouths.

The Prince of Nanzhong was an overlord in Lingnan, and Cheng Yuguang naturally had no way of wresting someone away from him. Even if he reported the matter to the Prefect of Dongguan, nine times out of ten the Dongguan authorities would simply let the person go.

Although she served as a coroner, a coroner's tasks were limited. Ye Caitang had no wish to idle away her days at the Six Doors Bureau; she needed to work hard and show her competence so she could earn wages quickly, pay off her debts, and regain her freedom.

If not constrained by her status, she truly wished to dash out of the palace, whip her horse into a gallop, and fly back to the Khorchin grasslands.

Nanyu felt somewhat awkward as well. His ring-toss skills had never been particularly impressive, and moreover, his attention had not been on the game at all.

With a thud, Deputy Director Zhang Qiang collapsed to the ground, his legs weak and powerless as his vision dimmed into pitch darkness.

"Many thanks to Her Highness for her generous bestowal!" the three stars said in unison. They retreated respectfully with ecstatic expressions on their faces, as though they had just received some supreme blessing.

"What nonsense are you telling the child? Didn't we agree not to bring this up today?" The man standing nearby, supposedly Ye Li's father, grew anxious and reached out to grab Madam Xie's arm.

Within the invisible spatial conduit, a series of cracks quietly emerged. Although unknown energies were at work trying to mend them above the fractures, the splits continued to spread relentlessly, leaking faint wisps of aura.

Inside the square-shaped spatial domain of earth, the ground began to heave as the hard earth transformed into bubbling, churning swampland.

"Come upstairs with me," Zhang Zeng said, heading toward the upper level. The extra box he bought last time was still sitting there; it seemed necessary to stock up on more of this item.

At this, the crowd was truly astonished. The Five Elements Soul Bronze Mirror, when nurtured by spiritual power, could summon up to five soul beasts or deceased powerful warriors whose strength exceeded one's own.

Had it not been for its keen nose firmly tracking that irritating morsel of food, it probably would have started a wanton, aimless rampage long ago.

Hearing Li Xiangjun's remark, Fang Hui's mouth twitched. Who on earth used the word "perverted" to compliment someone?

In fact, soul-based secret arts were not uncommon in the world of extraordinary beings, but only the Qi family's soul arts possessed terrifying lethality, striking deep fear into the hearts of other extraordinary beings.

Yin Feng carried a dripping, blood-stained sword, followed closely by the slightly plump wealthy merchant, as he walked slowly toward Muyan, who had been sent flying by the pig demon and was resting against a stone wall.

Drawing upon the original owner's memories in his mind, it took him very little time to locate the company of that Boss Chen who intended to buy their bar.

The spear hurled by Wudi pierced through Andre's left hand as effortlessly as paper, wedging firmly into his palm.

What a joke! With Bo Le and Yin choosing not to intervene, who among the mortals down below would dare provoke Kong Xuan? The various ancient great demons remained entirely tranquil, and for a time, things seemed to have returned to their former state. The Four Great Continent were dead quiet, but clearly, the tribulation of slaughter had already begun—and the rare prophecies of antiquity would never prove false.