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Phantom Rain knew that yesterday's update was not much, but she truly did not slack off. Her condition wasn't good yesterday, and it took her five hours from lunchtime to seven o'clock in the evening to write Chapter Two. Some fellow cultivators might find this hard to believe, but that was indeed how it went. Writing a long novel has its ups and downs; sometimes the words flow like a fountain, while other times they dry up, making even a short chapter take half a day...

Still, with less than usual updates, a new

"Alright, now I can truly live on my own terms, so let's not talk about it anymore!" After saying this, she gently patted Su Luo's shoulder.

"Young Master Zhou, this might not work. Yang Chao probably won't agree," Qiao Yishu shook her head and also felt that it was unlikely to succeed.

"Alright, Zhang Hao. I don’t want to talk about these things with you. Just answer me one question: Do you like me?" Xue Sha asked.

The six of them were core disciples. With their combined strength, they could mobilize ten thousand people in the future when faced with a beast tide at the sect's fortification site, becoming the backbone of the sect and upholding the honor of being core disciples.

Although Little Cloud appeared less frequently, his demeanor was not too shabby, which indicated Hu Shuang’s prowess.

Soon, over a dozen black-clad figures emerged, rushing towards Ji Family's guards. In an instant, all those guards were dead. Now, apart from Ji Zhi and Ji Li, there were no survivors among the Ji family members.

"Grandpa hasn’t held a child before either! Why are you so worked up?" Ye Xiaowan couldn't help but chuckle.

With the final soul fragment of Cui Wen now complete, Zhong Zihao felt incredibly weak as he suddenly relaxed.

Hanyi Chen glanced at Tang Kexin's dejected expression and understood what she was worried about.

Mai Da长老 seemed puzzled but did not ask further. He only needed to know that the sect had a true inheritance.

Just like science fiction is merely a veneer, the core substance of the film still excelled in martial arts and action scenes, much like Hong Kong cinema.

White Cloud Peak could see that Uncle was clearly considering Cao Jinxing as his successor, even if he didn’t say it outright.

The audience on the sidelines saw everything clearly. The scene was as lively as adding water to a boiling pot; some cheered while others stomped their feet in approval.

The butler smiled bitterly. Young Master lived a life of luxury and ease under the protection of the two masters, having never faced significant danger directly. Suddenly targeted by such a formidable opponent, it was natural for him to be startled.

Sitting on the sofa, Su Jue outlined the difficulties of industrialization. If there were any real chances, Mu Qingzhu's time-traveling back to the Qing Dynasty and instigating a revolution to kickstart modernization might still have some hope.

After understanding this, when Yang Zhong met with Chen Beixi and Qini Ning, he subtly inquired about her and He Xian's recent situations both openly and covertly.

Since then, due to his involvement in work, he no longer participated in club activities, so their contact gradually faded.

Chen Qing tried several times but couldn't disperse the faceless man. Deciding not to bother with it, he turned on the tap and prepared to wash his face.

He slowly emerged from the cave after waking up, controlling this body that had undergone a transformation, feeling incredibly light as if about to take flight.

The radiation beam was intense and hard to withstand. A casual strike blasted a large crater in the ground, causing the pirates to be instantly decapitated without even noticing it.

Diao Liu woke up in complete darkness with no sound around him. As an assassin, his alertness seemed innate, deeply ingrained in his bones. He remained still, rolling his eyes and carefully recalling what had happened before.

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