The auspicious hour has arrived.

"I simply refuse to accept this! I have practiced the art of facial disguise for so many years, yet I still cannot compare to her." To outsiders—especially the people of the Yan State—Yan Baiyu was an awe-inspiring sovereign, but before Lin Mo, she was an infinitely gentle and affectionate wife.

Just then, Wang Jiulin slowly regained consciousness from his swoon. Gazing at the young man standing atop the high platform, a look of lingering fear still lingered on his face. He simply could not believe that this Li Tian had the capability to defeat him.

"It seems that cousin Li Hao has not been idle these past two years either; his cultivation realm has progressed immensely," Li Tian squinted and said to Li Hao.

Nian Lun had just been told that if he failed to manage the school anniversary properly, he would receive a major demerit. He was plotting in his heart to sabotage the event no matter what.

Winding through a labyrinth of twisting corridors and paths, guided by Murong Xian, Lin Mo walked slowly for a full ten minutes from the entrance before finally arriving at the lavishly and magnificently decorated dining hall of the Murong estate.

Beside him, You Chuan was already drenched in cold sweat from nervous tension, his heart trembling slightly with each cut. Zu Shisan kept his eyes tightly closed, pinching incantation seals. As the final piece of tainted flesh was excised, You Chuan finally let out a long breath, tore a strip of fabric from his garment to wash the wound, and wrapped it up.

In other words, if the distance was between two and five kilometers and verbal communication was impossible, the tearing of the paper slip could still be perceived by him.

Though the chasm appeared close enough to touch, it took You Chuan an unknown amount of time to cross. Setting off at dawn, it was now dusk, yet he was still trapped amid the boundless, hazy white mist. This caused You Chuan immense anxiety—so close before his eyes, yet forever out of reach.

As for the recently completed quest to slay the Soul-Endowed Beast, it was actually a trial laid down by the Supreme Sovereign of the Star Chart region. The Third Spirit Hall had proven its intrinsic strength to all other spirit halls; even an SSS-rank Soul-Endowed Beast could be slain, so what problem could possibly defeat the Third Spirit Hall?

A Dou and Jin Ruixi exchanged glances. The dried fish in A Dou's mouth accidentally dropped to the ground, and their eyes were filled with shock.

That comment was copied, pasted, and spammed by hundreds of thousands of people. Some even sent private messages to the director, demanding that he arrange a segment where the characters drank rice wine.

Dealing with her did not require Cang Yan at all. Xie Wuyi had known long ago that Fan Lanshu had drugged the tea. When her hands accidentally touched the tea, she took the opportunity while smoothing Fan Lanshu's hair and wiping her powder to return the dose. Given the haste of today and Fan Lanshu's unstable state of mind—and since the ultimate goal was to investigate Chu Han—it was better to bring her back to the prince's manor for a thorough interrogation.

When he returned, he brought back a large bag of items. Aside from hospital gowns, these included toiletries such as toothbrushes and towels, disposable pads, a bathing basin, slippers, disposable underwear, and sanitary napkins.

Furthermore, regarding any cases involving human trafficking, regardless of whether they were sellers or buyers—even if they were the children's biological parents or grandparents—they were all to be brought back without exception.

Beside her, Huo Hanglu was resting her head gently on her shoulder, catching some light sleep. The warm spring water helped soothe much of the pain in her body.

Jiang Nanzhi nodded in response with a "good," picked up the bowl of chicken soup that had already been ladled out for her, and took a large sip.

As soon as she stepped outside, Xiao Wei raised a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight, eagerly peering in the direction where Xie Wuyi had departed.

Tang Wanxin had lost a whole circle of weight. Having gone a month without a bath, she felt as though fleas were about to crawl all over her body. Every day in the detention center, she ate salted vegetables, radishes, cabbages, and tofu paired with plain rice. Dozens of people shared a single room—cramped and reeking—making it impossible for her to sleep properly. The torture was driving her to the verge of a mental breakdown.

A Wang suddenly thought of the moon in his village. Even if it were only a sliver of a crescent, it always shone brightly.

Returning to the West Courtyard, Su Zhiwei had Lian Xin summon the elderly chief accountant, instructing him to send a few reliable men to Yangzhou.

Looking into those eyes brimming with anticipation and curiosity, the light in Chi Jingsheng's eyes deepened further, his lips curving into a pampering yet helpless arc.

Wu Fengqing actually knew that Yang Xiao was not going to take him along, because she had already said so the last time.

The escort wagons were still rolling onward as night fell. Feeling both exhausted and drowsy, Yin Qingyi suddenly heard a sound drifting from nearby.

At that moment, her chest was flooded with nothing but regret and collapse, causing her to gasp for breath in a daze and burst into tears.

Yin Qingyi slashed her own wrist, and blood seeped out. Looking at the blood, which was even blacker than black fuel, she offered a bitter, internal smile.

It happened to be a single table. Whether intentional or deliberate, Bai Lingl took the initiative to sit on Mu Baobao's right, busily handing her tissues and passing her water, putting on an affectionate display of sister-in-law solidarity.

Only Han Xin himself knew that what he currently possessed was merely driven by the obsession of having barely scraped by with his life for decades.

Noticing that she had not come downstairs for a long time, Baishu came up to look for her personally. She found her leaning against her bedroom doorframe, swinging her raised left leg and occasionally letting out low chuckles.

She was afraid that Ding Qiaolian might also attack her with onions and potatoes, hurling them with such force and malice. Just imagining it made her wince in pain.

Actually, the full sentence should have been: Liu Jia, even if you broke up with Shen Duo, do you still consider me your elder sister?

With that, Qianhe yanked open the hatch between the two wheels, then curled her body and entered the interior of the armored vehicle.

This was akin to a conflict between two great armies, where one side possessed an unshakeable foundation while excelling at psychological warfare and inducing surrenders.