Outside and inside the camp, Sun Dasheng has established a comprehensive surveillance system. Not only is the camp monitored, but the area within a few kilometers surrounding it is also under Sun Dasheng's watchful eye. Additionally, on the roads leading here, there are discreet yet sturdy facilities set up.

There are family ties among the residents of Banqiao Valley, and due to the sparse population, Mao Dazhu and Mao Lichun had to move to this side of Daqingshan, watching over each other in mutual support.

A tall man in a black short shirt with purple hair walked forward slowly, wielding two long guns on his back, his gaze cautiously scanning the surroundings.

“Mr. Bai! Your subordinate has chosen the most crucial path of his life today, saving your Yonghao Star Group in just half a minute.”

“Does my cunning have anything to do with your embarrassment?” Wei Du’s gaze landed squarely on Chen He’s flushed ears.

Another figure, around seventy years old, with graying hair and a kind, benevolent expression, bore a demeanor of authority without the need for anger.

In that moment, there was a flash of surprise, which quickly turned to ease. Although the wind blowing towards them carried a slight chill, it was clear that the air was already infused with the breath of spring.

Madam Gu San internally scoffed at everyone’s gossiping nature while simultaneously responding to their various questions.

The thought of having to manage this large family’s eating, drinking, and sleeping arrangements left Xi Feng feeling displeased.

Never having faced hardship, he had never encountered such a dire situation. Previously, whenever danger approached, someone would immediately help him resolve it. Now, with his strongest fighting force unable to assist, how could they continue to fight?

Ye Kang fell into deep thought. With the celestial gate not opening and the path to immortality so difficult, when would he have the chance to avenge his master?

Tony spread his arms wide in front of him, breathing heavily, heat radiating from his palms as wisps of white smoke slowly wafted into the air.

He wanted to sort through the events of the past few days, but his mind was a jumble, making it impossible to make sense of anything.

Zhang Qing felt an unnatural urge to push Liu Long away, but where would she find the strength? She smiled awkwardly, not quite knowing how to handle the situation.

Securing one end of the climbing rope to a tree and the other around his waist, he and Li Xing each took a climbing pick and slid down the rope.

Liu Yin was even more puzzled. What was going on? Why were there so many strange events happening to her?

Zhao Min had always feared being asked about this matter. Now that Fan Ming had brought it up, her face immediately turned crimson, and she lowered her head further. She didn’t know how to respond, her heart racing uncontrollably.

The old monk pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and began to chant a rebirth mantra, while the young man held his hand up to shield himself from the rain, aimlessly searching the body.

Meanwhile, since that day, Ye Qingxuan had been placed under house arrest, forbidden from any visitors, and the Ye family had severed all her connections to the outside world, including her phone and computer.

“Arrest this man and throw him into the dungeon,” Situ An commanded with a wave of his hand, signaling his subordinates to apprehend him.

Gao Shebai looked up, slightly excited. He could see a face he encountered every day, but it always felt so distant. Today, she was right in front of him.

As the car pulled up to the shopping mall, he immediately spotted Ruan Tianling getting out of a vehicle not far away.

“So tell me, do you think we have any connection?” he asked her, fixing his gaze on her, his voice low and soft.

“It can only be this way.” Chen Xiang still felt a bit uneasy, glancing occasionally from the doorway into the room.

If it weren’t for his father insisting he handle this matter at home, he genuinely wouldn’t want to get involved.

“Who told you the Northern King has something that makes me feel uneasy?” Shangguan Honglie placed Feng Yufei down on a low stool beside him and smiled.

Though the Mo family army faced numerous setbacks, they ultimately triumphed over all their enemies and returned in victory.

As Yue Beihuai prepared to leave, he glanced at Gao Shebai from across the hall and smiled at him.

Saying this, Master He San pulled a bank card from his pocket and placed it on the table, propping his legs up confidently as he shook them.

The security guard became increasingly suspicious, just as he prepared to take action when suddenly, sirens began to approach in the distance.

He Chuan punched the man’s face again and again. By the time the man finally reacted, he was already lifeless.

This action left He Chuan feeling somewhat puzzled, but he said nothing more, putting his phone away, unsure of how to talk to Zhou Xiaoling.

Of course, this was just a rough estimate based on usual circumstances; while specific situations might vary, generally, they wouldn’t differ too much.

“Stop right there, Song Thief! Pay for my brother’s life!” Sun An cried as he saw Lin Chong retreat in haste, urging his horses to catch up.

In response, the Culinary God couple exchanged knowing smiles, immediately understanding that both of these girls had the attributes of food lovers.

“Pretty sister, it’s fine, you go ahead,” Zhou Bingran waved his hand, indicating that it didn’t bother him. He had no fondness for those uncles and aunts from Zhang Han’s family, but the old man gave him a good impression, and he didn’t want to see him get hurt.

Walking back to the palace hand in hand with Fuling, Tao Zhuohua felt somewhat distracted. She absentmindedly took an autumn-colored palace dress from the incense rack but remembered how much He Zicen loved her blue dress like water.

As the two grew closer, He Zilan spoke more than before, showing less of the shyness she once had. Once, when Tao Zhuohua casually mentioned that she had gone to the royal flower garden to collect yellow clay for planting flowers and met an old lady, He Zilan frowned and sighed lightly before changing the subject.