May countless stars accompany her across the sky.

Liu Yi was tired and too lazy to type, but not replying at all would seem rude. So she simply responded to each message with just a word or two.

“Read.”

“Read.”

“Read.”

“Read…”

After that, she skimmed through some emails from the higher-ups. The information network, already degraded by the flood, was nearly paralyzed—only a small group of senior officials could still access it.

Finding it uninteresting, she decided to log out from the remaining accounts of Bo Shasha and Xiaoxian and hide away to rest. Apart from feeling a bit embarrassed, he was quite astonished by Lin Feng’s strength. Although he had seen many formidable thieves before, this was the first time he had witnessed one capable of taking on three spirit-linked giant lizards at once.

Patch exclaimed in surprise, wearing a strange expression as he looked at Colson. Then, lowering his gaze to the stack of papers Colson was handing over, he muttered quietly to himself after seeing the large characters on the top sheet.

“Feng Lin, haha, how did it feel just now? Being able to knock Batián away—after all these years, you’re the first one.”

As soon as the communication connected, Long Xing Tianxia’s hearty voice came through.

Zhang Yong went to school with dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t slept properly all night, kept awake by excitement and adrenaline.

Lin Feng’s purpose for coming here was to check the items dropped when he had previously killed the demon beast commander. At that time, the item had dropped and disappeared immediately, leaving no chance to examine it.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept through the space. The top of the corpse coffin began sliding slowly, producing a chilling, creaking sound.

“That’s none of your concern. What you need to do now is hand over the T18 project properly!” Bai Aotian said with a hint of indifference.

To Yu Ying and the other cultivators, it was quite normal for masters on the path to find two partners. But Wang Xue was different—he was an ordinary man, unfamiliar with such matters. He only felt some regret for Yue’er and Tang Yan.

While Tian Ci was studying the living Buddha, the living Buddha was also scrutinizing Tian Ci. He looked quite young and handsome, radiating a strong aura—clearly no ordinary person. Moreover, the fact that he remained unmoved under the living Buddha’s pressure was something unexpected.

“You don’t have to be so kind. Isn’t your business opening today? Go home and focus on your career with Tao Mengran.” I tried hard to calm my tone, but I couldn’t suppress the restrained anger beneath it.

Lin Xingliang wandered between the two. Outside the window, the scenery changed from Zone 5 to Zone 2, then from Zone 2 to Zone 3.

Chanel didn’t know much about Gao Yang’s boyfriend. Occasionally, there were chances to eat together or sing karaoke. Fortunately, Chanel still remembered his name—Pang Wei.

Even now, it was clear that the Stigmata Stone’s choice of him wasn’t so simple. Li Daoran was filled with gratitude toward the stone that gave him his initial power.

In response, Master Leifeng simply ignored him, continuing to glare coldly. He didn’t loosen his grip on Jian Chen’s hand; instead, he pulled it upward, making Jian Chen struggle to breathe.

In other realms, many dragons existed, but true dragons were rare; ancestral dragons were even scarcer.

The old man always seemed to wear a stern face, rarely smiled, and appeared unapproachable. Even when making a phone call, he didn’t spare an extra word.

Ye Fei lounged comfortably on the sofa, leaning back as if it were his own home.

Tang Xuanzong was free-spirited by nature, more passionate about music, chess, and the arts than imperial ambition. If not for the whirlpool of power forcing him to protect himself, he would have preferred to live as a carefree wanderer. Now that the situation was settled, he felt he had fulfilled his ancestors’ legacy perfectly. Abdicating the throne brought no regrets.