30 Reflection

The pale, thin young man shed three parts of his sickly pallor, appearing all the more handsome. The upward tilt of his eyes gave him a cynical air, while simultaneously making him seem unapproachable.

She still had not guessed what had happened, but she knew the Emperor was truly furious now, for he had addressed her simply as "Madam He."

Although he pitied these tourists, Yang Yong did not stop them. His logic was simple: after being taken for a ride twice, these tourists would naturally grow wiser.

The moment James Williams signed the contract, he would become the Chief Steward of the Yang family. Managing the staff was his responsibility—an inescapable one. James would unconditionally obey Yang Yong’s orders, wasting no time in recruiting personnel for the various positions required to build the Yang family’s retinue.

There was no helping it; ever since the Midnight Alliance began its official reshuffling, the Crimson Flower Sect had lived in constant trepidation.

"Is this really possible?" Director Hu asked skeptically. The contract was signed in black and white; how could the other party possibly pay such a large additional sum?

Naturally, the Taoist priests did not believe that anything had happened to him just because he had not appeared. Having reached the Imperial level, his fall would surely not have been silent.

The two of them only had a little over 100,000 in savings, which was still more than 300,000 short of the 500,000 transfer fee required.

Cui Ying’s temper was too explosive, prone to igniting at the slightest spark; if she were told, she would surely go to confront Cui Qi right away.

"With Uncle Ling here, I am at ease." Fairy Linglong nodded, then offered a slight bow before taking Zi Tiandu and leaving.

"Hehe, the unluckiest ones this time are the Crimson Blood and the Jade Python. Not only were their followers wiped out, but they were also severely wounded; they won't be able to stir up much trouble in the Immortal Realm anymore," Po Qiong gloated.

Once the three-year term expired, he would likely turn away with casual grace, not caring in the slightest whether she had another man waiting for her.

Although the entire process was arduous and fraught with peril, and Li Er had failed to hold on several times, the brink of life and death served only to better manifest great wisdom and perseverance. Fortunately, Li Er ultimately succeeded.

Others saw their bodies collapse with a roar, their blood surging backward to force its way out through their pores, shattering their flesh and obliterating their immortal souls.

The former was easy to handle; Wan Tuhao, the boss of the Wan Clan Trading Firm, had long since been brought to heel by Jin Linglong. The latter, the Wan Clan Alliance, was a truly ruthless entity; to ensure the smooth operation of Fortune Logistics Co., Ltd., they would stop at nothing to bloodily purge anyone who dared to set their sights on the logistics center.

Even if Ah Ling's disappearance had nothing to do with the U.S. government, Su Yang did not care about the consequences of his actions. He had his own way of doing things. Given his protective nature, the fact that he had kept from going on a killing spree since Ah Ling went missing on American soil showed immense restraint.

Taking advantage of the fact that Murong Che was distracted, Zhong Yexue moved bit by bit to his side, tilting her head onto his shoulder, her face overflowing with happiness.

Su Yang defeated death once again, relying on his tenacious will and a spirit that would never give up or submit.

With matters here concluded, Su Yang and his companions had no need to rush, maintaining a steady pace as they returned to the Firmament Sea Fortress.

"Very well. Since Master once said to follow one's heart, I shall listen to my own. Let's go with the third method. You haven't mentioned the drawbacks yet—it can't be flawless, can it?" I looked at Wang Shitou and asked.

"My thanks for your concern, Madam." I sat down and instructed Chunlan and Chuntao to prepare snacks and fruit, along with the Biluochun tea bought a few days prior.

"Heh." The Emperor gave an unnatural smile, not expecting the Seer to show him no face at all, mocking him so bluntly in front of so many people.

Near the mountain, there stood a small wooden cabin. Having been left unattended for so long, it was covered in a thick layer of snow.

Zhu Qi immediately gave chase, and as his Nine-Toothed Rake swung, the leopard shadow failed to dodge in time, losing a leg to the blow.

Seeing that these Yin soldiers were more than capable of destroying this devil’s den, I had no desire to linger, and lifting my feet, I headed toward the corridor.

In an instant, countless cultivators were struck by the droplets. Screams echoed incessantly, severed limbs and wreckage littered the ground, and even the surface of the water turned red.

Apart from the King of Lanling, the senior Corpse King, and Soul Sha, everyone else on the field jumped out as soon as they heard my shout.

Her photos were almost exclusively records of her dancing career; it was clear that she truly loved dance, loving it to the very marrow of her bones.

Moving between sellers, buyers, and other institutions, while simultaneously acting as both buyer and seller, the range of choices was boundless. The clever part was… as long as one had the ability, the corresponding returns would not be lacking.

Fortunately, there was the Blood Lotus. Suddenly remembering that before they set off, Huan Yue had defied the Heavenly Venerable and been trapped in a barrier, he felt deeply suspicious and looked toward the old man, who sat with his eyes closed like a monk in meditation.

"Yan Changgong, we have yet to settle our score. I hope you do not die at the hands of another," the Purple Emperor jeered at Yan Changgong.

Yue Ying did not get a verbal answer from Ming Xiao, but his gaze had already expressed his intent.

Shao Yan fell into deep thought. For an entire night, he found no way to improve the Greedy Wolf Technique, but he was instead greeted by members of the Guo family.

To be honest, everyone needs faith, but when the god you worship does not care about you at all, how can you not feel disappointed?

"Gao Ling, Gao Ling, how are you?" Commander Gao’s soul drifted slowly from mid-air back into his body, and his buzzing ears heard the voice of Cheng Teli.

While Dan Yun was speaking, Master Yuan the Third kept looking at Yili Lian, finding her dazed and foolish; she looked rather strange.

If he went back now, there would be no clothes for sale up there, and if he had to walk back to the city, he would surely catch a cold.

"Uh… I…" Ah Xin suddenly stiffened, not expecting that a casual, unintentional remark would reveal his slip-up.

Just as he was wondering why he had been asked to clean such a tidy room, he suddenly noticed a massive iron hammer standing upside down by the bed. Recalling that Wu De had specifically reminded him to clean it before leaving, he walked over, intending to see what it was all about.

A future sage—this was equivalent to adding tens of thousands of years of security to the Holy Land. How could he possibly let that go?