At first, Xiulan indeed wanted a steady, reliable person to build a quiet life with.

In this way, through proper assessment, they could ensure that the secrets here would be safeguarded to the fullest extent.

“Hold on a moment.” Ye Tian stopped them, stepping over to the bedside to carefully observe the patient’s expression.

Even Concubine Liu, the most favored in the six palaces, had to follow protocol to avoid anyone saying that Empress Dowager Liu didn’t maintain proper discipline.

In fact, even in this area, Wu Wang’s perspective was rather peculiar.

She had saved Qing Tao and Lihua, which, in a way, felt like she was also rescuing her past self.

“No need to pay attention to him. Right now, we may not be his match.” Piccolo didn’t want to engage with Ron at this moment. From the way Ron had fought, Piccolo judged that only Gohan might be able to handle him, but with the current complexities, it wasn’t wise to let Gohan act just yet. They’d have to wait and see.

A complete source of the Dao could mirror the primordial laws and order of the entire ancient universe—a pure vessel of the Dao.

Hu Yan was well-meaning. In the observation room, it was clear that Fu’er was constantly trying to defend Dong Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Wannian eagerly sent a friend request and waited with her phone in hand for Shen Wang’s response.

If he died, I would feel it was such a waste, because he was the one who betrayed Uncle Min and pulled the trigger that killed my father.

Ling Yun shook her head, indicating she didn’t know. She said that Qin Mengyao herself had no clue since she had only retrieved a fragment of her past life’s memories.

All the guards were enthralled by the sound of the musket fire until the guns misfired in their hands.

“Ninth Brother, I…” Ran Jingli grasped Zhao Mu’s hand tightly, his grip so strong that Zhao Mu couldn’t pull away.

Looking at the black bear before him, pitifully staring at him and even offering him its favorite honey, he wondered if it was trying to bribe him to save it.

Compared to the bustling first floor, the second floor was noticeably quiet, as it wasn’t open to the public.

Each paparazzo gave them about a fist-sized portion, but Sirius received extra due to his stronger physique and larger appetite.

“This matter has nothing to do with you or me, and things weren’t supposed to go this far. Don’t you agree?”

“Feng Tianjue, where is my Chen’er?” After a fruitless search through the Duel Pit, Gu Jie and his group angrily confronted Feng Tianjue, clearly not intending to back down without an answer.

Gu Feng hadn’t expected the creature to make such a move. If it hadn’t leapt up, he would likely have been able to escape before it slammed into the rocks.

Now, he could avoid doing something he didn’t want to do and not worry about this affecting the relationship between Kunlun and the Western Saints.

During this time, Luo Qian asked about the others, feeling a twinge of disappointment upon learning that Xiang Qingcheng and Xiang Kuang had both lost their memories.

Completely unaware of Taeyeon’s inner thoughts, Ning Yi looked back at her innocent expression and posed. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he teased, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Do I look especially handsome today?”

To put it plainly, this was just his way of preparing for the most extreme possibilities.

A mist of blood burst forth as he forced the secret treasure gifted by King Arthur, unleashing a 9-star power under the Divine Net’s suppression, and Geli Lu suffered severe backlash as a result.

She now had a friend who was willing to listen patiently. No matter what she said, Ning Yi would listen intently and offer his own thoughts.

Unless these soldiers had unique encounters, they would only reach the pinnacle of soldiering. However, compared to elite generals, they still fell short.

It seemed the Ant Sword bore a hint of sorrow. Once, they were identical swords, but now, the Ant Sword was inferior—not because the sword itself was lacking, but because its owner had relinquished much.

Mid-conversation, Old Fourth suddenly froze, his gaze fixed on a point ahead where a cultivator emerged from an underground cavern, holding another person in his arms. Spotting the three of them, he hesitated momentarily before fleeing into the distance.

Baozi curled up into a ball, resembling a snowball perched on a tree branch. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patches of light onto the tree trunk. Baozi pretended to chase the flickering shadows, scratching the back of his head, then jumped down, tapping the tree a few times before landing.

Rosalia was astonished. She recognized this young man; earlier, he had exchanged a few words with her guardian. As the security manager for the Sardinian delegation, she had to ensure both sides’ arrangements and safety measures were secure and properly in place to prevent any unfortunate oversights.

Luckily, Liu Qing had thought ahead and brought some rope, taking some time to secure the large bed onto the donkey cart. With no other large items to buy, Sister Xiuyun sent Liu Qing to wait at the town entrance, and he drove the donkey cart over there.

With his current abilities, Xu Qingfan was considered almost godlike by ordinary people, and even low-level cultivators saw him as a true immortal. But to Xu Qingfan, *this* was what a true immortal should be.