Chapter 170: Not Master of One’s Own Fate

Su Yi sat aside obediently, her eyes brimming with joy.

"It has indeed been a while, so I thought I’d drop by for a visit. I hope you and your wife don't mind the intrusion?" Xu Yanchen said, taking a sip of tea.

"Not at all, we wouldn't have it any other way," Wen Caiqing laughed, then gave Su Yi a meaningful look.

Understanding the cue, Su Yi moved to sit beside Xu Yanchen.

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Now, Li Yifan was half-jokingly demanding Toshiba’s chip manufacturing business from Mitsui Zhiliang. To Mitsui, this was utterly preposterous—an outrageously unreasonable request.

Still, Li Xi possessed some merits; as long as he handled the Li family well, there should be no major issues in letting Li Xi take over in the future.

Under the guidance of the staff, the members of the representative team, including Fatty, began to file into the conference hall.

Spirits are born of nature’s essence, often spending their time breathing in the clouds and mist of deep mountains and ancient forests; they care little for the social etiquette of the human world.

Wang Wande had been seeking reform for a long time, but as a businessman who built his fortune in real estate, he also possessed a clear-eyed perspective on the domestic commercial environment.

The Ship of Creation, carrying its master, Emperor Yang Pan, and Hong Xuanji, had clearly discovered the existence of the Hall of All Saints. Upon reaching the outskirts, it slowed to a halt, the turbulent gale it stirred causing the leaves of the Bodhi tree to tremble.

He then rapidly shifted his hand seals, and the Six Paths Demonic Arts roared forth from his throat.

A single shout shook the heavens, sending birds and beasts within several miles fleeing in a panicked frenzy.

Clearly, this skill was a prime example of a control-type ability for a Venomancer, one that Fatty absolutely had to learn.

Strangely, given the time it took to go and return, why was Gouzi’s expression so vivid? An Ming finally reached out to pat the short man on the head before stepping forward.

Of course, there are no weaklings among professional Honor of Kings players. The KPL has been held for several seasons now, and the competition will only grow fiercer, making the weight of the championship ever more significant. No one knows who the next king will be.

The Imperial Palace is divided into four cardinal directions, with gates named Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow, each designated for the entry and exit of individuals of varying rank.

A cool breeze blew through, and both of them calmed down. The preceding events had left the atmosphere somewhat awkward, and for a moment, neither could find words.

"Then I invite the seniors of the noble clans to come forth and lead the army to quell the rebels," Ji Fang decided immediately.

Upon returning to the temporary residence arranged for them by the Emperor in the capital, Chang Qing tidied up his simple luggage and prepared to set out.

The mood in the Tier 2 Heaven room was one of harmony and joy. Even Lian Xingyi, who had constantly complained that Wu Shaoqi and the Wu family were too obsessed with saving face, began to laugh. After all, everyone enjoys the feeling of victory.

"Each side will randomly select two people. We take the score of the first person chosen and subtract the score of the second. That is the result we will compare," Hao Qiang said with a deadpan expression.

Hearing the words of Shi Ruhu and Ling Yun, the two who had been at each other’s throats snorted simultaneously, turned their heads away, and fell silent.

With Tian Hu of Hebei unreliable, the only remaining natural ally was Fang La in the south. However, Liu Min, who had been sent to the south to negotiate an alliance, did not bring back good news for Wang Qing. Fang La’s "asking price" was too high, demanding that Wang Qing submit as a vassal before he would commit his troops.

Thus, this avatar naturally possessed half of Xu Tian’s soul, serving as a true second body for him.

Hearing Zhang Jibing’s advice, Lei Zhan’s heart calmed slightly; Zhang’s words pulled him back from the brink of losing his reason.

Rumors had long circulated that foreign powers were researching such terrifying weapons, but no finished product had ever been seen. Today, for the first time, Cao Yue saw one with his own eyes.