Today, the little substitute also took to the field.

She had no home to return to. Her actions that morning had already angered Han Siyou, and she dreaded facing him, afraid he would once more say those words that had shattered her before, making her feel all the more wretched.

Secondly, he had been set up by others. He had no idea what methods they used to make him lose control, and the more he thought about it, the more fear mingled with his fury. In his rage, he lashed out, blasting a massive crater here, erasing all evidence of the battle—he wanted no one to know what had happened.

"Who told them to be so arrogant back in school? It's about time they learned the consequences of bullying us," Lu Hao remarked.

Suppressing her worries, Cen Kexin kept a calm face and steady voice, though she still felt uneasy inside.

Ye Shaoxuan wanted to find a chance to give Tian Yan a thorough beating, to properly set his morals straight.

At the very front of the line, Long Meng wiped the rainwater from his face, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the jungle branches toward the western rain-soaked sky. The rain fell in threads; no starlight shone in the night.

Within the Eight Great Passes, the buildings showcased architectural styles from over twenty countries, including Russian, British, French, German, American, Japanese, and Danish influences, earning it the nickname "Exposition of World Architecture."

She could never have imagined that would be the last time she saw Cen Gang. After that, they would be forever separated, one in this world, one in the next.

Ye Miao waved her hand lazily. She trusted her own maid and was sure the girl would not dare betray her. Her gaze landed on the beautiful face reflected in the prism, and she curled her lips in a smile.

Due to a certain restriction placed within Bodhi Temple, Ye Shaoxuan and Luo Ge had no choice but to walk. At that moment, they were deep within the mountains. The temple was vast, so it was hardly surprising that several peaks could fit within its grounds.

In their eyes, Long Chen passing the level-one Spirit Array Master test was already impressive. To attempt the level-two test immediately after?

Droplets of saliva dripped from his mouth, falling like water into the sea with a resounding splash.

"Monster? So what? Aren't the top hundred students in the academy all more terrifying than monsters themselves?" The big brother shook his head. As a veteran of the academy, he knew well what the top one hundred represented—but still…

Wheels thundered on, raising dust in their wake. At the very front, a carriage adorned with an ox tail and feathers, painted red, led the procession.

The second phase involved continuous injections of more than three doses, resulting in drastic personality changes, bouts of rage, and irritability.

This time, her voice had changed; it was clear, resonant, and sharp—a typical Hunan accent.

The black-green spiritual energy surged toward Wuwo, who didn't even glance at it. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and shot Ye Guilan a look that clearly said, "Don't come any closer."

Such arts of control would be most effective if used on others. Unfortunately, she was Yu Zi, with a modern soul, inherently unruly and unafraid of gods or monarchs.

Yu Zi lowered her head and softly agreed, pulling the covers up a little. Though her response was barely audible, Zhao Chu heard clearly the sob and helplessness in her voice.

They had circled for so long and finally made it out of the deep mountains and forests. With a weak phone signal, they couldn't check their location, and Xiao Xingyun had no idea where they were.

Suddenly, she realized in shock that not a single article of clothing she wore was familiar—she didn't recognize any of them. By the bed stood only a pair of boots. Even more unsettling, she searched the entire ornate and exquisite room but found not a single mirror.

"Can't? Is it that you can't sink, or can't drink the soup of forgetfulness?" Did he believe she could swim across? Or perhaps she would become immortal, never dying through the ages?

Anything could be faked, but the artistic conception could never be forged. Therefore, Cheng Yang used the one thing that could truly prove his identity.

But then, thinking of all those ruined silk merchants and how many people in Baisha County had suffered great losses, and remembering the implicated Su family and the scheming Huang family, her wavering resolve instantly hardened.

Inside the carriage, Pei Feng remained silent, but inwardly he was shocked. Given the current situation, however, he could only play along.

I said to myself in silence, Lin Yening, there’s nothing I can do. You’re a good person—too good, in fact. That’s exactly why I can’t allow myself to get involved with you, because Chen Chen wouldn’t like it.

The Su family ran a silk shop that provided for their needs. Su Xiaoling, the cherished daughter of Master Su Xinghe, was delicate and lovely, adored by her family since childhood. Her mother, Shen Yun, was beautiful and gentle. Though not wealthy, their family was harmonious and happy.

"Enough joking around with you. Someone’s chatting with me on WeChat," Han Xiao waved a hand and turned her attention to her phone.

Cheng Yang was nearly driven mad by Fang Hai! Why did he have to bring up Xu Zhenzhen in front of Yuzhu? What terrible timing!

"Yaohua, Yuhua—good, she was destined to be from Mount Yuhua!" The head of Yuxu showed not the slightest displeasure and instead broke into a broad smile.

Veska, after all, was the most renowned master of negative energy affinity in Akanda. This forced him to be ever more vigilant against potential sorcery traps at every turn.

Zhang Xu looked toward Ilos. If his senses were correct, this Ilos possessed the power of a demigod.