Chapter 33: Who Has Been Robbing the Prodigies?

Venerable Yuyi and Venerable Wanhe were summoned simultaneously. Both men, with a combined age of over a thousand years, were left speechless by the situation. Fortunately, they had not lived so long in vain; they were not about to stoop to the level of bickering parents over a child's spat, so they simply exchanged a glance.

Jiang Wan stood to the side, completely unharmed. Su Yunrou and Jiang Yao, however, had bruised and swollen faces. Because the formation suppressing their spiritual energy was active, they could not use it to heal their wounds, leaving them looking quite pitiful. Venerable Yuyi tucked his hands into his sleeves.

In the second half, Bill continued to coast on the grill, which only reinforced Titch's belief that he had a duty to save the future star. Thus, he and his son made plans to visit over the weekend.

Seven days would be enough for countless martial artists from all corners of the world to arrive; by then, his reputation would surely skyrocket.

When asked by the media for his thoughts, Jiang Wen remained tight-lipped, saying that the final box office figures had not yet been released and there was no need to rush.

In reality, this was a very one-sided view. Even within the same community, two schools could be as different as heaven and earth, depending on the philosophies of their principals and teachers.

An Zeliang was stunned. It seemed that Nakano Aoi was even more extreme than his own deductions—could she actually increase the intensity further?

Countless flowers symbolizing beauty were in full bloom, countless colorful balloons ascended into the sky, and the most famous symphony orchestras from around the world gathered here to play a melody of happiness in unison.

Currently, Emperor Motion Pictures is negotiating a partnership with China Film Group to establish a new company; the latter’s goal is to use Emperor to expand its overseas distribution channels.

The techniques and taboos for killing zombies that Xiao Yang spoke of were invaluable experiences, distilled from his three years in the apocalypse—something that could not be bought with any amount of gold or silver.

Er Yazi braced himself and returned to his room. As soon as he stepped inside, he turned to shut the door, casting a displeased look toward the bed.

When he lifted her out of the palanquin, he deliberately peeked beneath the bridal veil and, sure enough, caught sight of Mu Yishang’s blushing face.

The accounts between her and Xu Xiaoya were far too tangled. After all these years, she needed to find an opportunity to settle them once and for all.

In the Savis Desert, Hawkeye retreated with all his might while Lewis gave frantic chase. In the top left corner of the battlefield display, a table showed the real-time data of the mechs; Lewis’s pursuit speed was 154 meters per second, while Hawkeye’s retreat speed was a mere 113 meters per second—a massive disparity.

Jiang Yihan and Qin Shou walked into the Danyuan Grand Hotel one after the other. As they climbed the stairs, Qin Shou felt incredibly awkward; he had not expected Jiang Yihan to specifically return to the dormitory to change into a pure red lace mini-skirt, black silk stockings, and red high heels—was this not his favorite signature style?

"I can't. I have to accompany my big brother lately. Perhaps, if I return to the Lan family, I might remember things from the past." Listening to Leng Dianchen, An Ruoran knew exactly what he was going to say next.

Du Ruo walked out of the kitchen carrying the roses she had just arranged. The sapphire-blue crystal vase, held in her delicate, pale hands, glowed with a faint blue luster. With her yellow dress and red lips, the exquisite roses made her face appear even more enchanting.

Li Wei glanced at the porthole. Outside, with the naked eye, he could already clearly see the fleet of the exiled. The distance between the two sides was at most ten light-seconds; they were about to enter combat range.

The guards on the city walls fell into a collective silence. Their faces were filled with confusion, hesitation, fear, and resentment.

Just when everyone thought they had fallen into an awkward atmosphere once more, a fair, slender hand suddenly reached out and took the opulent invitation.

"I’m tired. I want to go home. Uncle, Aunt, farewell." Zhou Ruohan forced a smile as she approached He Fan and Wen Qingxin to say goodbye, then turned and left, forgetting even Su Chen and An Qi.

Uchiha Itachi, Obito, and Shisui sat in an inconspicuous corner, watching the orderly scene, and could not help but nod in unison.