Chapter 156: Meddling in Other People's Business

Noon was nearly over, and with the lunch hour approaching, many patrons had already begun to arrive. The staff, busy bustling about, had initially failed to notice the commotion.

However, once they caught sight of the scene, they stepped forward, intending to mediate.

At the entrance of the Grand Fortune Restaurant, a few onlookers had gathered; passing by, they had heard what sounded like an argument inside.

This restaurant was renowned, attracting guests from all walks of life, and one could never be certain...

"It’s been written for a while. Take it to Uncle Milo," Heidi said, pulling a stack of manuscript paper from her drawer.

Triss eventually discovered Senor watching from the sidelines and bluntly declared her intention to avenge the prince.

Facing zombies of this caliber, neither Xu Yingjie nor Lei Ming exerted their full strength, focusing instead on clearing a path to pursue them into the heart of the city.

Lu Yafu nodded. Twelve years was neither long nor short; for now, she could only leave Lei Ming to bear the pain of losing her.

In that brief glimpse, Bernadette saw only a thick sea of gold merging with gray mist, punctuated by flickering starlight; she received neither prophecy nor revelation.

Fortunately, while this Yellow-tier alchemy furnace was not as efficient as the Eternal Qian Cauldron, Guan Xieyue had already mastered its operation.

Qing Ran was the celebrated campus beauty of Sunghai University. She had become an overnight sensation as a freshman due to her striking looks, back when Yue Fan had dismissed her as nothing more than a vain, empty-headed beauty.

Among these thousand people, there were quite a few Grade C ability users from the first, second, and third years. In a real skirmish, they would not pose a significant combat threat to the Grade B elites of the Special Operations Team.

At Meng Chaoge’s command, Qin Qiu, the lowly partner, had no choice but to obey. He cast a hesitant glance at Meng Chaoge, and though he harbored silent complaints, he steeled himself to look up the number for Anling Studio.

Klein finished his long speech, and the carriage fell into immediate silence. In this brief quiet, he couldn't help but miss Anderson, wondering if he had completed the demigod's task.

She had always harbored an inexplicable feeling for Lu Wei in the depths of her heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so eager to show him favor from the start.

Liu Shishi lowered her hand instinctively; the acrid smell of smoke she had just found repulsive suddenly became pleasant.

"Forgive me, my lord—let us save the idle chatter for a more leisurely time. May I ask what brought you to the pharmacy today?" Seeing that Zhang Tongdao was not suspicious, Li Pingyang exhaled in relief and hurriedly steered the conversation elsewhere.

Because a cultivator’s spiritual soul power is limited, one can forge at most three beast-taming soul seals in a lifetime. Exceeding this limit causes damage to the spirit, potentially leaving the cultivator unable to advance in their cultivation ever again.

The tribespeople of the Umbrella Tribe on the shore watched the wooden monster slapping the water in terror, cold sweat streaming down their backs.

As a Tier 1 exotic treasure, the Water Spirit Orb was similar in value to a spirit tree, ranking among the rarest of such artifacts.

Of the Ten Divine Swords, only the Dao-Yi Sword, ranked first, remained missing. Of the others, only the fourth-ranked Zhanlu Sword, the sixth-ranked Qisha Sword, the ninth-ranked Chengying Sword, and the tenth-ranked Banruo Sword remained unclaimed.

Its massive body emanated a wild aura, instantly casting a vast shadow that pushed the sense of oppression to its limit.

Halfway through the meeting, the office phone rang. Li Mingyang returned to his office to find it was Liu Yifei’s number.

Zheng Yu, the commander of Hanzhong, had been captured in a previous battle, and now the Hanzhong soldiers, led by Deputy Commander Liu Biao, were racking their brains to devise a counter-plan.

Kerli did not answer. She had just parried Berglit’s attack with her stone spear; though she appeared calm and composed on the surface, her palm was trembling faintly in secret.

Chang Le pondered for a moment and realized that her life experiences seemed quite rich—she could easily turn them into a novel.