63 Reconciled

Not far from the Ten-Mile Pavilion, the horizon was a scene of utter devastation. Surrounding flowers and grasses had withered, trees were utterly destroyed, and the terrain was marred by clear traces of fierce combat. This was the wilderness zone—a realm known as a living hell on earth, not your own backyard where you could fight until you were tired and have a servant give you a massage.

Upon hearing this, Jiyue hurried to Li Chuluan's couch and, with practiced ease, took her wrist to check her pulse.

Once they arrived there, they ordered plenty of alcohol and began to sing together. Yang Chaoran took the lead with a song, and the others quickly joined in the festivities.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Chaoran immediately called Xu Weijie, who had already rushed back to the company to handle matters, and informed him of the situation.

Softening his tone somewhat, Yang Chaoran said, "I must apologize. My attitude just now was indeed a bit inappropriate. This matter actually has very little to do with you, Mr. Jason, yet you were so gracious as to handle it personally."

Seeing the serious look on Ding Ning's face, Guan Lumo knew he had important business to discuss, and his expression turned solemn as well. Yet, even when serious, Guan Lumo could not entirely hide the faint, habitual smile lingering on his lips.

As it turned out, this was the meat market within the bazaar—the vending section. Every stall was bustling with activity, packed densely with ghosts.

Luo Xicheng, as Guan Lumo knew him, was not a man who easily expressed his emotions. After all, Luo Xicheng and Xue Ran had been together for so many years, yet he had never once voiced his feelings for Xue Ran in front of Guan Lumo or Xue Ran. Guan Lumo found it hard to believe that Luo Xicheng had actually said those words to Ding Ning just now.

Furthermore, ever since Canglan signed a peace treaty with Tianlan three years ago, they had been friendly neighbors. The grand wedding of the Emperor of Canglan was an event that, by all accounts, had to be formally announced to Tianlan.

Ye Xiaomei pulled back the curtains and gazed out at the rain-washed street and the passing cars, feeling a slight twinge of pain in her heart.

"Right, let's burn some paper money first," Leng Xianning said calmly, the sorrow from moments before vanishing without a trace.

Once released, Qianqian stared at him with complete indifference. Her icy gaze swept across his soul, causing his eyes to narrow slightly as he glared coldly back at her.

Xiaowu kept a straight face, completely ignoring him, utterly sick of his nagging. The stern Mr. Ou, in the eyes of others, acted like a goofy, foolish monkey, giving people endless headaches.

The thought of getting to see her older brother today brought her spirits back to life. Yan Zhengxi slightly parted his eyelids to watch the transition of her expressions, choosing not to disturb her. His gaze fell upon her delicate, rose-tinted skin, and suddenly realizing he was still holding her tightly in his arms, a surge of irritation welled up within him.

The clothes he wore were simple and elegant. Moreover, Su Xia knew they were made of nothing more than the most ordinary yet comfortable cotton-linen blend.

He had a pact with her: until Lian Rong found a suitable partner, they would not be together.

He knew that the Dream Demon was a fiend who always kept its word; he also knew that the Dream Demon existed only in the darkness and never revealed itself to the world.

Dazed and bewildered, Fang Cheng followed Old Man Lu into the passage. The security checkpoint personnel scanned Old Man Lu's ID card through the machine, and their expressions instantly turned respectful.

"Awake?" Luo Zhiyuan's voice came from the side. Luo Dingxing hastily turned his head to see Luo Zhiyuan sitting before the tombstone. Playing with a sharp dagger in his hand, Luo Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile, though there was no warmth in his eyes—only endless, chilling cruelty.

Dense clouds blotted out the last faint glimmer of light cast by the crescent moon, and rising mist added an air of eerie obscurity to the gloomy night. The world fell under the dominion of darkness. From time to time, the harsh, shrill caw of a crow pierced the silent night sky.

After struggling fiercely for a while longer, the massive python's body gradually grew limp and fell powerlessly. Zhang Hao patted Long Batian on the head, and Long Batian opened its jaws, sucking the python into its spatial domain. Zhang Hao put away his Longyuan Sword and approached the formation once again.

Li Feng gritted his teeth and delivered a sharp slap across his own face, the crisp sound echoing clearly even from a distance.

Tian Liu's major acupuncture points had all been struck one by one by Ye Tian, yet even after the treatment, Tian Liu remained unconscious.

The King of the Netherworld fell silent. In truth, even if it could not prevent the descent of the undead world, as long as the undead gathered in a single location upon arrival, it could accept that outcome. Otherwise, the world was simply too vast; running back and forth would be nothing short of sheer exhaustion. To say nothing of the entire globe, it wouldn't even be able to manage just the undead descending upon the single country of America.

The immense power within Elder Dongfeng continued to surge outward for a full ten minutes before finally subsiding. Even so, Ye Tian and the others did not dare to act rashly, advancing cautiously and slowly instead.

A resounding eagle cry echoed from a corner of the Zhenhan Estate. A Demonic-Horned Flying Eagle instantly soared above the great hall, the beating of its massive wings churning the surrounding air into swirling gales that spun rapidly in the void.

A trace of despair welled up in his heart. But when he recalled the tragic deaths of his family members, the way Lei Yun had slaughtered his kin, and the indifferent contempt with which Yao Huange had dismissed him simply for being weak—no, he could not give up. This was his first trial; he could not just quit like this. Yao Huange despised the weak.

The Du family was a flurry of activity, with Du Lan and Du Zi卿 bustling about. The two of them were busy receiving wedding gifts sent by the Iwakura family of Japan and entertaining their guests.

The crushing pressure of the Paladin descended, forcing everyone to quiet down. Hidden experts among the crowd reined in their impulses, choosing not to make a move just yet.

Every consignor received a golden token, the number on the token corresponding to the item they had submitted for auction.

Ye Fan returned to his normal state, while the princess sat obediently within the array of candles, alongside Buddha Phapa.

At the break of dawn, I hurriedly dressed and rode my bicycle to the shop. The feeling was simply agonizing.

The dark-skinned boss shuffled over to Old Pat, pulled off his sunglasses for a closer look, and wore an exaggerated expression of utter shock. He recoiled backward, shouting wildly.

He roared in fury, having suffered a total and complete defeat with no hope or possibility of a comeback.

He did indeed need to seek refuge, but how could a mere Wunna take him to safety? Right now, the entire Kunlun Mountains were probably sealed off; without recovering his strength, he had no chance whatsoever of leaving.

With wide, unblinking eyes and trembling bodies, they watched as ferocious crimson flames suddenly erupted from within Wu Jingyang's body, consuming him in an instant.

Even though he found this sun to be utterly bizarre, there was nothing he could do to resolve the situation right now. The sun hung so high in the sky that Lu Nan was no better than Houyi, unable to simply shoot it down with an arrow.

Hwang Tiffany hurriedly picked up her phone and held it up right before Jung Jessica's eyes. "Look, Oppa Seung-woo says he misses us." A line of text was clearly displayed on the screen, accompanied by a dejected emoji.