37. Old Matters (Additional Details)

With ten thousand years of sealed memories and a body purified through eternal incarnations, to atone and to protect—this is enough to repay the sins and the destinies of a past life.

While the internet was abuzz with activity, reality had already slipped into winter. Just as Tang Juexiao was thinking about entering a period of "winter dormancy," an invitation arrived in his hands.

"Listen to me! Believe me, I am absolutely fine!" My face was nearly distorted by the blades of the wind.

Li Yuanji’s attitude during the day made Song Zhong afraid to be careless; even if it meant disturbing the Emperor’s sweet dreams, he had to wake him at this moment.

As for Lü Huiqing, he was busy on one hand submitting a memorial to Zhao Ji to denounce Cai Jing and Zhong Fu, while on the other, he assembled an army of thirty thousand from the Jingyuan Circuit and handed them to the general Zhe Keshi, standing ready to launch an offensive toward Lingzhou at any time.

Yet, she had quietly terminated her contract with Star Emperor and disappeared inexplicably for an entire night without even a word of greeting.

"The safe is gone," Xue Cheng replied to her flatly, hurriedly pulling his phone from his bag to call the boss.

"Within the heritage of our ancestors, there are some secrets of Kunlun. According to him, he also has ties to the Jie Sect," Zhi Qiu Yiye said.

Zhou Bai looked back; the distant imperial palace was still brightly lit, while inside the tightly shut doors before him, it was cold and empty. Just as he was about to reach out and knock on the door, an ethereal, untraceable voice drifted from within the nunnery.

The bald man turned his head in surprise. Usually, with his physique and hairstyle, no one would ever approach him to chat or ask for directions; it was common for pedestrians to walk around him. What kind of eccentric would come to strike up a conversation?

The next day, Yu Xinyuan woke up to a faint, lingering fragrance. He opened his eyes and saw that he was not in the crude dormitory of the Leijiang Public Security Bureau he was familiar with, but in a guest room decorated with extreme antique elegance.

"One minute on stage, ten years of work off stage." Although this saying refers to actors, for the officials from Canal Province who had come to the capital to report, it was not far from the truth.

"I turned it off on purpose. I sent you a text message; you should have seen it," Qian Ruoruo said, lowering her voice to a whisper.

The cold tone fell, serving not only as a warning to Bai Yunshan but also as a way to tell Han Shui'er to prepare herself.

Suddenly, those three slashes changed, spreading out in a bizarre fashion and striking Guyu from the front, left, and right directions.

A businessman is a businessman; with a different position comes a different perspective. Wang Kaiyuan was concerned with the return on investment.

Qian Ruoruo’s eyes twitched violently. Biting her lower lip, she said viciously, "I was asking if you wanted to rest together! I didn't ask if you wanted to change clothes together! Pull the curtains and change outside!" With that, she slammed the bathroom door with formidable authority and locked it.

The college leadership, having reflected on their mistakes, prepared to establish an Art and Design Department on the foundation of the original Textile and Clothing Engineering departments. To better cultivate and expand the students' horizons, the school leadership intended to collaborate with outside design firms to build an industry-academia-research training base.

The door to Pan Guangnian’s office was left slightly ajar, and a series of scoldings drifted out. When Wang Peng pushed the door open, he saw Ji Fan with his head bowed, staring at his own shoes in silence, while Pan Guangnian’s veins were bulging, looking absolutely furious.

Just as Luo Li was blushing and about to explode, her phone suddenly rang, and the voice of the CEO, Luo Ye, came through the line.

The servants in the villa had all fled, and with police cars pulling in, the entire villa complex was in an uproar. Liu Cuiyun’s former card-playing friends were all peeking out, their expressions a mix of disdain and fear.

However... wasn't this too coincidental? Not only appearing together, but falling right in front of her? And getting into her car together?

At the end of the wilderness was a blue sky with white clouds. Suddenly, people began running out in increasing numbers. Against the light, their features were unclear, but their builds were strangely identical. Having encountered "Meisheng" before, Young Master Bei immediately understood, transformed into a fox, and hid in the grass.

Time flowed on, and the night passed while Long Tian recounted everything that had happened over the past three hundred years.

"I will speak to Mr. Fu; you will not be held accountable," Jian Ning said with empathetic understanding, addressing her distress.

The knives were stabbing into everything—sofas, cabinets, and wooden furniture were riddled with holes. The iron rod was even more terrifying; one sweep would clear a large area, creating a deafening crash and clatter. The nunchucks and axes were equally formidable, destroying everything with ease.

After buying a seaside villa for Zhao Xia, Jing Jian basically lived with her. Consequently, he spent less time with Qin Zi and Cao Hai Yan. Without a doubt, both Qin Zi and Cao Hai Yan realized this, but at most, they would only make indirect remarks like today's, keeping their true thoughts bottled up inside.

"Ron, Lydia told me that only by working together can you two possibly defeat Wimbledon. For the safety of the Imperial Capital, you must cooperate with Lydia and eliminate this maddened necromancer," Ross said slowly. He did not mention Annie, clearly not wanting to complicate matters at this time.

The Empress Dowager was impeccably maintained, looking no older than thirty, radiating the dignity of the mother of the nation and immense wealth. She was the Emperor’s most favored Empress and the mother of the Thirteenth Princess.

She truly could not bear to see a talent like Li Hao killed by Chen Feng because of her, nor did she wish to see the country suffer any loss because of it.

Several days later, in the Hidden Mist Village, Terumi Mei, with the support of many Jonin and the Terumi clan, succeeded as the Fifth Mizukage.

Although Momoshiki’s defense moments ago had failed to block the Sword of Totsuka, it had ultimately affected the trajectory of its attack.

Suddenly, Akamaru, who was perched on Kiba’s head, began to bark, and Kiba followed, his nostrils twitching as he sniffed the air.

Ji Xuanhao’s gaze rested on the two rivers before him. An ordinary person would most likely choose the right one, as it appeared more perfect and more reassuring.

The men of the grasslands had never been as delicate or refined as the men of the Celestial Empire. Although Long Yin Xuan was the chieftain, the king of this wild land, he was like any other man; when migrating or busy, he worked alongside his tribesmen to pitch tents and perform all the tasks a man should do.

"You really are considerate to your tenth sister to the very bone!" It wasn't just for Xu Han; for Zhuang Li, for him, as long as someone treated Xu Shu with a sincere heart, Xu Shu would repay them a thousand or ten thousand times over.

If Xia Yi were placed among heavy cavalry or scouts, he would at most be a squad leader; he was not yet qualified to be a military commander.