Chapter 31
Cen Junce: “Master?” Xie Yi snapped back to attention and continued the previous topic: “…After I go to Qingzhou, someone […]
Cen Junce: “Master?” Xie Yi snapped back to attention and continued the previous topic: “…After I go to Qingzhou, someone […]
Although the signal in the mountains was indeed poor, it wasn’t completely nonexistent all the time. The staff held their
Zheng Liang couldn’t reach his artist, and naturally couldn’t reach Huo Chengtang or Ming Qi either. After thinking for a
After a period of leisurely days, Ming Qi finally had to pack up and head into the production team. This
The first rays of dawn pierced through the window, spilling across the purple sandalwood desk inside the study of Fulong
Zhao Chengyuan removed his cloak, revealing a dark fitted combat outfit tightly wrapped around his lean, powerful muscles. The hard
The two set out toward the Fulong Camp in the southeast of the Lingqu River. —— This branch of the
Several days later, news spread through the capital. Xie Yi had accepted the order to go to Qingzhou to suppress
Lin Zhiji froze when he heard Xie Yi’s words. He wiped away his tears. The salty sting hit his already
Seeing Xie Yi, Lin Zhiji’s heart gave a sudden jolt. When had Xie Yi arrived? Had he heard the conversation
Ming Qi already felt guilty for no reason. When he noticed all their eyes suddenly focusing on him, he stiffened
Xi Yixiu’s arrival did not wake Ming Qi in the lounge room. But less than two minutes later, Ming Qi
Wen Yulan was the type of person who schemed, yet could not control his own heart. In his heart, he
The next morning, the morning light of the Chu Estate passed through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on
The night was like ink, splashed across the streets and alleys of Lingqu County. There were no horns of modern
The entrance of “Meixiang Tower” was already packed shoulder to shoulder. The clamor of vendors, the sound of silk and
By the time Li Xuan followed the winding mountain path down White Mist Mountain, more than ten days had already
Year 1250 of the Heaven Rift Era. The night rain was as dark as ink, soaking the glass curtain walls
The continuous drizzle lingered on and on, drenching the steel-and-concrete city into a cold, damp chill. The dense forest of
Bai Chunian shuddered violently, and the severed hand on his shoulder slid to the ground. A small amount of darkened