Volume One, Chapter 57: Stunning Reversal

At seven in the evening, the crystal banquet hall of the Pearl Hotel was filled with guests. What should have been a proper dinner ended hastily amid the girls in Manbu and Duck’s arms, their coquettish voices rising higher and higher.

As soon as Leng Yue entered the woods, she began using her lightness skill, running swiftly without leaving a trace. In no time, she had vanished from their sight.

The futures market is a market of expectations, a barometer for the spot market. When everyone saw futures prices drop sharply below spot prices, it triggered even greater panic in the spot market.

Before he met Xu Yang, he always believed he alone held the key to the great path. That was why, upon witnessing Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's struggle, he felt the urge to take on a disciple.

Behind the Retired Emperor, Lady Zhen's eyes filled with grateful tears. The Emperor nodded with a kindly face and issued his orders.

There was one thing she hadn't told the Empress—namely, even if Meng Juelin agreed this time to hand over the secret recipe for the Death Lotus Pellet and the city of Rongcheng, she had no intention of letting Meng Juelin leave the palace alive.

Although Jia Zheng dared not live in the main quarters of Rongxi Hall, even staying in a side room elevated the status of his entire family. Hadn't Jia She, the hereditary lord, failed to move into Rongxi Hall himself?

Sikong Mu was so angry that his entire body trembled, pointing at Leng Yue but unable to utter a word. Only Meng Xingchen gazed at Leng Yue with eyes full of admiration.

The fisherman was deeply uneasy, worried about his current predicament. After all, the Emperor himself had ordered him to go to the capital to aid in the investigation. If things went wrong, he might well lose his head.

Jiayu would spend time collecting videos of this event that had shaken the city, binding all the photos into an album—not to show off or boast to anyone, but simply for herself.

Of course, one could imagine the monster crawled out from under the bed and never bothered to check the bed board again, or invent all sorts of reasons why it hadn’t seen the writing.

But after a moment’s thought, such an act seemed a little foolish. If “it” was truly that omnipotent, then she would have wasted a precious question.

She still remembered the day she brought pork rib soup to Song Shaojun, the shock she felt when she suddenly saw Song Shaoyan’s death certificate on the table.

Having been scolded for no reason, Cui Yunzhi wasn’t angry. He knew Ling Hui was only worried for him. He could see the tears brimming in her eyes. Forcing himself to sit up, he gently embraced her.

“Damn it, A-Rang, why are you holding hands with a ghost?” Gao Rong was so terrified that his expression twisted, and he instantly wrenched his hand free from the staff member’s grip.

Gault stuck his rump in the air, head buried in Yao’s scales. Hearing this, he slowly turned his head, his face wet and pitiful, as he spoke to the dark elf Amabel.

He had once been a striking young man in his twenties, already working for some time.

A fierce wind was rising outside, the north wind howling as it swept up dead twigs and leaves from the ground, producing a bleak, chill sound.

Others might not recognize Hua Yin, but he did. Like the other residents of Dorm 444, Hua Yin’s identity was shrouded in mystery, but his particular hobby was especially peculiar.

After finishing all this, he looked again at the wall—or rather, his gaze pierced through the wall, following the ever-receding figure of Kaoru Nagisa.

“What was it like? Can you tell me? You and Bai Ruozhao…” Lin Yifeng’s voice was like a hypnotic spell.

I am someone who believes that future technology will save the world, so I have no intention of learning how to compromise myself just to avoid becoming a “pitfall writer” in the style of ‘Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain’. A person with ideas shouldn't waste time on a skill that will be obsolete in two or three years.