The tsunami surged forth, overwhelming everything in its path.

Naturally, Liu Yi did not limit her gratitude to mere words; she presented nearly ten thousand rat corpses to Liang Zhuan as a token of thanks for his assistance. In fact, as an avid reader and connoisseur of novels, she had secretly asked Seven Kill for crystal cores from hunted creatures, attempting to absorb them and upgrade her powers. As for the results—well—she couldn’t say there was absolutely no energy fluctuation, but the energy she expended during absorption was more than what she gained, a clear case of effort disproportional to reward. The crystal core of a mutant wild boar in her possession...

The three—Qi Chu and his companions—finally understood the situation after Li Yiqi’s explanation. It appeared that open rivalry and hidden struggles were not confined to the Ming court; wherever there was power, conspiracies inevitably followed.

Swan Castle was undoubtedly one of the most outstanding architectural marvels in all of Europe, a true work of the new era. Yet even so, at best it managed not to appear discordant with its surroundings, but it fell short of enhancing the natural landscape. In this respect, Chinese architecture certainly possessed a distinct and remarkable advantage.

“Your servant obeys…” Wang Cheng'en, seeing the emperor’s resolve, decided not to speak further. He had already given all the reminders that were due.

The currency exchange between wizards and Muggles was exceedingly exploitative; the exchange rates fluctuated unpredictably year-round, and exorbitant fees were extracted, causing Muggles endless complaints.

The Hufflepuffs were the first to react—lifting their glasses and reciting the well-rehearsed lines Professor Zhang had taught them, toasting the birthday before downing their drinks in one gulp.

The giant white bone club in the creature’s claws conjured overlapping shadows, a dense torrent of force laws surging wildly through the air. They carried vast, boundless power, crashing toward Wang An with unstoppable might.

Their adversary did not keep Townsend waiting long; soon, the sound of hooves echoed from the distance. Roughly estimating, quite a number were approaching, both ahead and behind—clearly a classic tactic of encirclement and interception.

The slices of meat were as thin as cicada wings, alternating layers of fat and lean, rolled and arranged on the plate. Once the platter was full, Lan Ting poured the minced garlic evenly atop the meat rolls.

Uncle Hughes had already cleared out a batch outside Silver Wave City; he certainly wouldn’t lie, so the group before them must be newcomers.

He looked utterly ordinary, much like most people in the tavern: black hair, pale blue eyes, neither handsome nor ugly, with no distinguishing features.

Anthony Brown obsequiously handed Lei Lei a drink, and Lei Lei thanked him upon receiving it.

Yet all the princes of the harem might one day become rivals to Zhao'er. She would not maliciously ruin any of them, but hoped only to foster at least a basic brotherly bond among them; attending classes together was the simplest way to nurture such a relationship.

His roommates were unaware of these matters, thinking he was still preoccupied with company affairs. They advised him not to overwork, and to let the senior students have their fair chance.

The smooth transfer of such a large conglomerate was good news for the Hong Kong government, for the company itself, and for the local business community. The new owner’s prudent policies were precisely what all parties hoped for.

Having his former agency issue the statement was far more effective than a thousand explanations from his current studio.

Before the final syllable of “dormitory” left his lips, a delicate green silhouette swept past his side, vanishing at the edge of his vision in the blink of an eye.

The clan leader was well aware of this principle, accepting it publicly before everyone, intending to supplement his family’s share privately later.

Jiang Xian possessed the calmest temperament, unperturbed by favor or disgrace. Though the Noble Consort bore her no ill will, she was accustomed to sharp words. Jiang Xian turned passivity into opportunity, catching the barbs and transforming them into chances.

Upon waking the next day, Xie Che recalled the contents of the previous night’s dream, finding it utterly incredible.

“I was afraid you’d think my used chopsticks were dirty, so I let you eat first before I did,” Jin Guangyan explained.

There were even some drifters on the sea rowing their boats, for the garbage ships could not sit and closely follow Shenlong City.

Nangong Ming’s voice grew louder. Just moments ago, he had clearly seen them chatting for a long while, never pausing.