Volume One, Chapter 49: How Can There Be a Perfect Solution in This World?

"This is hard to say for certain, but as far as I know, he was likely the mastermind behind it. Even if he didn't do it himself, he might have used someone else's hand. His recent behavior has been very strange, and I can't fathom why he's changed so much," Ye Mingtian pondered for a moment and replied.

One had to admit, Madam had excellent taste. This dress, taken alone, might seem a bit garish, but worn on her, it didn't seem that way at all. On the contrary, it accentuated her charm, making her appear all the more alluring and radiant.

"Alright then, I'll wait for you downstairs at XX Building at six o'clock tomorrow evening." Jingru had never stayed in a hospital before and didn't understand the ways of such places. She was simply puzzled: What kind of illness required this much attention?

When it came to currying favor and flattery, Chen Dafu could outdo Jieba by a mile. But since he was willing to invest in Zhou Nian, Zhou Nian saw no need to be polite with him.

He had just used the Evening Bell Detector once more, ensuring that his cover hadn't been blown.

"Please fasten your seatbelt." Reminding customers to wear their seatbelts before the car set off was a strict company policy. If a supervisor from night inspections found out he hadn't reminded a customer, his account would be suspended, and he'd be out of work.

"Senior Niu, you and Junior Long have been close lately. Why don't you try talking to him?" Ye Qingfeng said with a wry smile.

The farce at the Zhen family had yet to conclude, but over in Yangzhou, Lord He could no longer withstand the pressure from Lin Ruhai.

The Wei clan's patriarch, Wei Yuancheng, had mobilized most of the family's elders and the majority of its guards in a hurry. It seemed the matter was extremely serious.

The Mage's Eye floated past another room, where a middle-aged mage stood with hands clasped behind his back, speaking to several apprentices. He glanced up at the Mage's Eye, then extended his hand, casting a net of electricity in its direction. Sparks burst in the Mage's Eye's vision, and then the image dissolved into nothing.

Russell was startled by Gurefia; her status was far from ordinary, and she would never show such respect to a lowly lesser demon.

Once again, it was the spot on the second floor by the railing. Xiao Chen leaned against the back of his chair, idly twirling a wooden cup in his hand, though his thoughts were drifting elsewhere.

By now, Li Tianfeng had regained his composure. He looked at Feng Lengyue and said, "I know what this is. To me, yes—it is very important." Though his voice was calm, he couldn't quite conceal the trace of excitement in his heart.

"Father..." Hearing the count's words, Selinda could no longer hold back her emotions; tears streamed from her eyes like a breached dam.

"Should we report this to Minister Jiang? But he said to leave them here, and as long as they didn't cause trouble or try to escape, we shouldn't interfere," a guard remarked.

"Director Fu, please call Yang Lan or me when your father is discharged. It'll put our minds at ease," Wang Fang reminded Fu as he opened the car door.

Before the match, Gao Chuan had specially requested two VIP tickets from the club for his mother and Luo Li, and now the two of them were seated there.

When Bo Lü saw what was making the noise in the middle of the lake, he drew a sharp breath, panic flitting across his face as he stumbled backward until his back thudded heavily against a tree trunk, forcing him to stop.

"But she also saved you," the princess said evenly. I suppose Solanda would have done the same. It was only then that Vanessa suddenly realized she had, unknowingly, begun to imitate her sister's way of handling things.

Before long, the corridor outside fell silent. With a painful creak, the ancient oak door slowly swung open. From the darkness stepped Terrence, a faint, elusive smile still playing at his lips.

Frowning, he looked at the middle-aged man. "Very well! I concede defeat! If my grandson brings trouble upon himself, engaging in wicked deeds, he deserves no sympathy, nor do I!" With a final sigh, he hefted his long halberd and turned away.

He shook his head with a wry smile. Clearly, he was just overthinking it. Better to focus on advancing his martial arts; that was the most important thing now. With his deep understanding of the Sword Dao and a volume of the Martial Classic of Arms at hand, Bu Qianhuai's path was already set: Sword Dao as the foundation, complemented by other martial arts and movement techniques.

Fang Yi's eyes lit up. Back on the mountain, he could only immerse himself in Daoist texts, knowing nothing of the vastness of the world. But after descending the mountain, he realized how narrow his horizons had been. The more he saw and heard, the more he yearned for distant lands.

"How much do you think our ship would fetch in gold coins?" Houdini stepped over, blocking Brandt's view.

"Never mind, I'll learn it!" Fang Yi sat cross-legged and began to cultivate Sword Qi within the thirty-six death points.

The moment he first saw Qi Weiyuan, he was instantly on guard, but sensing the aura about him, he knew Qi Weiyuan was not Ye Qiufeng.

"Actually, you're right. I really am one," Xu Zuoyan lifted his head, trying to feign a look of sadness, but excitement betrayed him, leaving his expression twisted between laughter and tears—a truly odd sight.

He never expected his life to change so drastically. First, he won the Chess Championship of Goat City, and now someone wanted to adopt him. Was this the reward his brother spoke of—what comes from hard work?

"Idiot," White Zihua glanced at Ye Xingtian, then turned his head away, a blush deepening on his cheeks.

"Sis," Xu Zuoyan muttered from the sidelines, stifled with frustration. Why was his image in his sister's eyes always so lacking?

You couldn't just cancel a contract killer's mission once he'd bought his ticket and was en route to his task, could you?

These medicinal dregs had been abandoned here for many years, their energies clashing and mixing. They were entirely waste, and to select from this endless mess the right remnants to refine a pill would be a Herculean task.

"Boss!" Feng Wu instinctively stepped back to avoid him, but his slender fingers still brushed her cheek—so cold, so icy, as if they'd never held warmth, much like those always emotionless eyes of his.

"Honestly, they've all run off," Mo Mo grumbled in annoyance. Seeing someone still fussing over the flowers, she strode over and dragged the person away.