Chapter 102: Who Exactly Have You Been Relying On?

“Oh, isn’t this Ruan Mianmian? Just now I thought I must have been seeing things. Nowadays, anyone and everyone can just stroll into such a high-end bridal shop?”

A deliberately affected voice rang in Ruan Mianmian’s ear.

She turned toward the source and recognized it as someone she had disliked back in their university dormitory days.

“Xu Huan, long time no see. You still can’t measure up, I see.”

Some people, no matter how much time passes or how old they get, never change.

The man led their horses into the family stable, added some fodder to the feeding trough, then closed the stable door to block the biting cold wind before returning indoors, shutting the wooden door behind him.

Sun Zhongli nodded and began to examine carefully, his eyes fixed intently, fearful of missing a single detail.

Perhaps spoiled by power and privilege, the Huang family had few contingency measures for emergencies, and their personnel failed to assemble in time, suffering a one-sided massacre.

“With people like this meddling inside, there’s no chance of winning that land cheaply,” Lin Yaxin remarked.

Suddenly, a meteor streaked across the sky, vanishing into the horizon in a dazzling flash—too brief to clearly behold—how fleeting! Like life itself, it slips away unnoticed, with no chance to turn back or regret.

They had no idea what had transpired on the surface; only the intense tremors underground alerted them. When they returned above ground, the once ethereal, flowing realm had vanished.

Yue Hun wished to inquire about the Song family estate, but as the words formed, he swallowed them back. Shi Zifeng was dead, Song Ran had left the estate, and Aunt Lan’s fate was unknown. Now, Nangong Yue Hun had no ties to the Song estate—why bother asking?

In the pitch-black darkness, she was forced to consort with a stranger. How could she endure such indignity?

For three consecutive days, Suo Jia shut himself away, meticulously studying the techniques of the Divine Dragon Whip. Only when a knock sounded did he snap out of it.

Sitting aboard the airship, Suo Jia drifted into memories. Before departure, he had promised Amy and Ella that he would return in three years to take them on a grand commercial journey. Yet, due to various reasons, he had broken that promise.

Undoubtedly, this experiment was invaluable—a potential starting point for humanity to break through existing classical theories. The entire scientific framework might be disrupted and reconstructed afterward.

Moreover, the domestic internet infrastructure was currently hampered by inadequate hardware and inherent standard flaws, making the online experience several levels inferior to the Internet of Things.

Qin Feng could not help but stare at the painting for a long time, noticing that some subtle changes always occurred in a particular spot.

At last, the heavily wounded man lying in bed awakened. Upon opening his eyes, he saw before him a man in flowing white robes, with refined features and an extraordinary grace.

A divine demon clad in brocade robes, exuding noble bearing, knelt upon the sea’s surface. This deity was a top-tier divine demon—the highest-ranking among the seven present.

It was early spring; the wind outside was biting cold, and snow covered the ground. The meeting had to be held in the spacious main hall of Village Chief Peng’s house.

We will still find ways to purchase the most advanced foreign research equipment, providing the research team with the greatest material support.

Back home, he had been the strongest opponent of the unspoken rules. If such a thing started here, beginning with him, it was simply intolerable.

Strictly speaking, this was a kind of bomb—terrifyingly powerful, rivaling even ordinary nuclear weapons. How many of these did China possess?

Though the counterfeit goods had disappeared, the damage to the brand’s reputation among consumers was already done—a loss impossible to measure in money.