Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Question of Character

After finishing the glass of water, Yan Ming felt a slight heat rising through his body. He noticed Han Duoduo writing something in a notebook, but he couldn’t quite make out the words—he could only vaguely see that the first two characters were: “When you…”

“Mr. Yan, do you have a girlfriend?” Han Duoduo asked, tearing out the page she’d just written and folding it into a strip.

“Not at the moment… I did before. We were together for several years, but we eventually broke up.”

“Why did you break up?”

“It was because of my sister…” Yan Ming let out a sigh and, almost absentmindedly, took off his shirt.

“What happened to your sister? It’s fine if you’d rather not say—I’m just curious.”

“Oh, it’s a long story,” Yan Ming replied, leaning back against the sofa, feeling sweat bead along his neck.

The host invited Liu Han to say a few words. With contagious fervor, Liu Han once again set the stadium ablaze with excitement.

Everyone except for Weng Tingjun, who was glancing left and right, rushed to gather around Park Churong.

Zhang Jiao's anger finally boiled over. He could not bear to see his elite troops wiped out in an instant simply because of a moment’s hesitation.

“Now’s the time I’ve been waiting for. Old scoundrel, this is your end!” With those words, Gu Lin produced a strange mirror, about a foot in diameter.

But the deviation was simply too great. Even after every adjustment, the arrow still landed hundreds of meters from its intended target.

Knowing well the ongoing discord between Xiao Yang and Xuanyuan—especially since Xuanyuan’s twelve sons had all died at the hands of the Five Tribes—the Lord of Tongtian’s remarks were clearly ill-intentioned.

“This… isn’t this a little too hasty?” Lin Qin muttered to himself, unprepared for being enlisted as a conscript so abruptly.

At the Heavenly Emperor’s proclamation, the entire land of mythic antiquity was thrown into uproar. The Five Tribes mobilized at once, their patriarchs hurrying to the Celestial Court without hesitation. Even Taiyi and Luya from the Demon and Yao clans did the same, while Houtu of the Wu clan let out a sigh, set aside all past grievances, and rushed to the Hall of Lingxiao.

Liu Han had foreseen a showdown with the Lakers in the Western Conference Finals. Though he was dissatisfied with some of the changes the Lakers had made this season, he had to admit that they remained a formidable team.

Lin Dong walked over to Hong Yuandong, who set aside his tools, called the young men to take a break, and strode to meet Lin Dong.

The remark startled everyone, and soon someone exclaimed in surprise, “Look—what happened to Ai Cheng’s face? It’s all swollen!”

“You’re here just in time, help me return this,” Bai Yin lifted the lid of the clothing box with a wave of her sleeve, sliding the box to An Lan’s feet.

An Lan’s fingers moved nimbly, and soon a whole table’s worth of jade-green dumplings were neatly arranged. She packed a box of them to send to Shizhang Peak. After Zijing went to the back mountain to dig up a jar of Drunken Immortal, she took it along to give to Bai Shengyi.

Chang Yu missed with his first strike, his eyes never lifting. With a flick of the blade, he launched a fresh assault toward the youth in white.

The Blood God uttered softly, but before his words could fall, Chu Xiao had already darted in like lightning, her aura wild and violent. Zhu Lie had no time to react—a battle sword flashed past his neck, and with a wet sound, a head rolled to the ground.

Apart from spiritual energy and mental force, Lu Yu was at a loss for what to do. In the end, he simply drew upon even the power of the Primordial Cauldron itself.

“They may be strong, but we’re no pushovers. If they were, wouldn’t they have taken over every hotel in China by now?” Xu Fang offered a word of reassurance.

Fortunately, the half-ghost king was never able to break through. After arriving in Yangcheng, his injuries flared up, rendering him temporarily incapable of causing trouble.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year had faded, but after a difficult year, it was only natural that people longed for a stronger sense of reunion and celebration.

Once both were ready, the middle-aged man with a full beard gave his whip a flick, and the carriage set off at once.

Yu Xuning’s smile broadened, convinced the deal was as good as done. He produced the contract he had meticulously prepared, outlining the conditions for Chu Yunwei’s career over the next few years. As long as she followed this plan, reaching the status of a top-tier celebrity within two years would not be a problem at all.