Volume 1, Chapter 60: How About We Bully People Using Our Power

At this usual hour, the prince's estate would have already finished dining, but today, to wait for Xu Zhiyi, the meals had been kept warm on the stove all along.

Mother Wu linked her arm with Xu Zhiyi's as they walked in, their dresses long since soaked through.

Scarcely any maidservants were to be seen within the estate; apart from pages, the only others coming and going were elderly matrons.

"Understood!" Although somewhat puzzled by Kui's order to assassinate Zang, Tayuya did not ask any further questions.

Yet that token had vanished a millennia ago and had never been acquired by anyone since, naturally leaving the Pirate Emperor to fade into legend.

"Both areas fall under the jurisdiction of the Bordered White Banner. Could Ajige possibly fail to understand whose face Hooge is slapping?" Dorgon sighed inwardly, lowering his head once more.

Wang Xuan took a deep breath. After letting the smoke circulate through his body for a full cycle, he exhaled heavily. Instantly, a dreamy and ethereal cloud of smoke swirled above his head.

Taking advantage of Burdiso dodging the boulder's attack, Seona relied on her sheer willpower to temporarily break free from the spell's control. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to retrieve the Mechanical Mind Elixir and drank it down in one gulp.

When a deeply apprehensive Simba and a disheveled Braz returned, Li Xiaoqi finally realized that the two of them had gotten into serious trouble. What could be done? The clan's rules were both lenient and harsh; the old man despised those who acted recklessly, and not even those closest to him could escape punishment.

Although Sun Quan knew of Jing and Xiang's strength, he had no idea what the actual situation was in the Central Plains. Jiangdong had clashed with these two rival lords for many years, suffering defeats without a single victory; thus, in Sun Quan's eyes, the strength of the two factions should be evenly matched.

However, I must point out that these people do not represent the entirety. There is another group who, having lost survival—the primary driving force that propels humanity forward—have rediscovered the forward direction of their lives, realizing what they truly desire and what they are capable of achieving.

"It's good that you still have them. I'd like to trade some items for these things of yours—I want everything you're carrying. How about it?" Wang Xuan said with a faint smile.

"That's right. I've always believed that well-educated talent is precisely what I need, and I will provide them with a wealth of suitable positions, though this plan may have to be postponed," Yang Bo tossed out a deeply tempting yet currently unattainable bait, in no particular rush.

However, how could the He Residence be a place that ordinary people could easily enter? Fang Chen paced around the front of the He Residence several times without gathering any reliable information.

Liu Yan ate, her adorable red lips parting and closing. Yang Fan turned on the air conditioning for her, gently brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her forehead that blocked her eyes, and let out a deep breath.

With his eyes tightly shut and his brow deeply furrowed, Ling Qian felt that the external consciousness was extremely difficult to control. Although it still maintained a connection to his true self, it had already detached from his main body, compounded by the fact that Ling Qian's own strength was far too low.

"What? You must be joking. What martial skill can be mastered in just half an hour? Let me see it; I'd like to learn it too," Huali said, full of curiosity.

The gates of antiquity seemed to swing open as a golden figure slowly stepped forth from the brilliant golden radiance, carrying a formidable might of the dragon and gazing with utter contempt upon the creature before it.

The Undefeated Myth was momentarily stunned. Yang Fan's reply differed from what he had anticipated; a simple "I dare not" completely stripped him of any room for bargaining.

Perhaps because her mind was preoccupied with other matters, she momentarily lost her focus, her footing slipped into empty air, and she tumbled forward, on the verge of a fall.

This was a dagger as black as ink, completely devoid of any luster, seeming almost to absorb the light around it.

The footsteps grew closer and closer. Inside the ward, everyone tensed their bodies, their eyes blazing with intense fervor—especially the members of the Silver Dragon clan. They had never faced anyone whose individual combat prowess surpassed that of their captain. As warriors, defeating someone stronger than themselves was a profound conviction, and today, they finally had that opportunity.