Chapter 63: Giving Gifts

Ning Xuan felt a tightening in her chest as she watched the person approach. Although she had a vague intuition that this man meant her no harm, facing a power far exceeding her own naturally triggered her defensive instincts.

The refined man, carrying a box, walked step by step toward Ning Xuan, flanked by two soldiers standing closely behind him left and right. Coming to a halt before her, the man spoke, "Are you Miss Ning Xuan?"

"I am," Ning Xuan replied with a slight nod, suddenly twitching her nose slightly.

Sure enough, no sooner had she stepped into the room than she caught the questioning gazes directed at her by her parents.

Recalling scenes from television dramas, she flawlessly mimicked that tone of forced, evasive lying despite deep disbelief, right down to the matching facial expressions. She performed it with such vivid precision that it almost made Jin Youqian believe this was genuinely what Song Wan intended to say, stirring a somewhat restless wave of irritation within him.

Zhou Meng found Li Tianluo, and though it was unclear what the two were whispering about in deep conversation, they instinctively elevated their perception to its absolute peak. Within a radius of a hundred meters, not even the slightest rustle could escape their awareness.

Milk tea made from these two ingredients was an essential staple prepared every single day by every juice bar across the entire island.

"You'll have to help build a spacetime tunnel. The moment I take away the core of Mount Buzhou, the Jiuyuan Prison will collapse, and I certainly don't have the capability to break the Goddess Nüwa's seals. If you refuse to make a move, old friend, then I simply won't take the core," Yang Dan said with a somewhat cheeky, rogue-like attitude.

If we exerted every ounce of our strength, could we truly rescue Tang Xiaoyi from this nightmare?

Having spoken those words, Zhang Lingyu felt as though his legs had been filled with lead, turning exceptionally heavy. Yet, heavy as they were, he still stepped forward and entered the room.

It only knew that ever since its master attained the pinnacle rank of Grand Master Trainer, it had practically never encountered an opponent of this caliber again.

While screaming in panic within the soul network, Second Sister simultaneously reached out to pat the forehead of her own flagship, His Excellency Our Lady Ounai.

Bao Zhong failed to block even a single strike from his opponent, startling both Bao Xin and Bao Tao immensely. Crying out in alarm, they rushed forward to attempt a rescue.

More importantly, a vast portion of his company's business was tied to the Fengling Group. If Xia轩 were to casually withhold a single permit or card in the future, his company would face utter bankruptcy.

Xu Feng's golden fist lashed out in a sudden, ferocious strike, colliding violently and directly against the old man's palm.

Qiu Hua believed that since Wu Xin and the others were heading to the underground auction with such fiery haste, there must undoubtedly be some incredible treasure hidden within it.

Emerging from the kitchen, Murong went upstairs to change into a black professional business suit, and then walked past Qin Tian, bag in hand, heading off to work.

Yet once Hua Xin entered her body and the battle commenced, the physical impacts echoed through them, and the rhythmic slapping sounds drifted into her ears, gradually pulling her consciousness back from its vacant, trance-like state.

"Alright!" Ye Xuan had no idea what White Egret Fruit or Immortal Fragrance Fruit were, but he agreed anyway.

The corpses scattered all over the ground suddenly triggered a wave of nausea in Sun Yang. It was not his first time seeing the dead, but for reasons unknown, the scene before him was simply unbearable.

Despite receiving the battle reports from her own ship-girls and the guarantees of her senior academy sisters, the Russian Admiral still found it difficult to believe that such a battle report could possibly be true.

The master and his three disciples journeyed westward, and in the blink of an eye, deep autumn arrived. Crimson maples blanketed the mountains, and wild chrysanthemums released their mature fragrance. As dusk fell that day, they spotted a village far off in the distance. Monkey Sun looked toward it and saw auspicious clouds shrouding the settlement, recognizing it as a place enlightened by Buddhas and immortals, yet he dared not leak the heavenly secrets.

Murong Ye quietly withdrew from the lounge, returned to his desk, but struggled for a long time to regain the focus needed to continue working.

Feng Jingting originally had no desire to crawl into such a space—what was he afraid of? At worst, he could just drag her back to the palace; who could possibly do anything to her? Yet, suddenly finding the situation rather amusing, feeling much like a pair of illicit lovers caught in the act, he simply decided to humor her and play along.