Chapter 163: Handling Miscellaneous Affairs and Heading to Kǎmǎtàijī

Years do not linger; time flows like water.

In the blink of an eye, five days and nights have passed.

At noon that day, sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting dappled light upon the Rose Garden.

Yīsābèi'ěr, Táisī, Ānnà, and Yīfúlín sat together under the pavilion, drinking cool tea and eating pastries; as they chatted and laughed, even the flowers lost their color.

Among them, there should also have been Sū Qīng, this green leaf, and Sàlā, this flower bud.

But the world is unpredictable; yesterday Ānnà arrived.

Although the European Clubs Union has already expanded its forces and is even brewing a second wave of expansion, in reality only the top-tier elite clubs are qualified to attend such meetings; other teams can only listen in, and many teams don't even have the right to listen.

Just now, the exchange between Lǐ Rìzhī and Hèlán Mǐnzhī, though only a few words, Lǐ Hóng could tell that Lǐ Rìzhī and Péng Jì were completely in the right, while Hèlán Mǐnzhī was being unreasonable.

Aside from the three sisters who have matters to attend to, everyone else plans to diligently cultivate for a period, presumably knowing that what Jiāng Xiāo truly cares about are the matters after Hóng Jūn's lecture ends; the harder they strive now, the stronger their suppression of the primordial gods will be when they appear beside Jiāng Xiāo.

"It seems the seal has been broken; the Nine-stage Extreme-grade Explosive Flame Pill is indeed powerful, able to break even this seal." Mù Wǎnqíng flashed out from space at once, her eyes brimming with water as a hint of contemplation surfaced.

"Why can I touch you and you can touch me, yet a real flower cannot be placed on your head?" Jiāng Xiāo gently traced Xuán Líng's fingertips, asking.

Because she went to work at Heavenly Noble, her low, depressed mood improved a bit, and she could see her faint smile. But why is she so happily smiling today? Is she pregnant? So suddenly pregnant? Whose child is it?

"Brother, let's go out for a walk; Xīn'ér will take you to a fun place." Upon seeing Ní Fēng, Míng Xīn immediately and affectionately linked arms with him.

Níng Xiū, after all, is not one of those pedantic Confucian scholars; to him, good is good and bad is bad. There's no need to feign humility.

Níng Xiū knew that the Franks, the Dutch, and the Spanish all harbored deep bloody grudges, especially the Spanish, who often clashed with the Franks at sea.

But the result frightened me: the terrestrial anomaly grew stronger, and the five-spirit power I drew upon increased, until finally the other four spirits' energies were exhausted and they died; only then did I realize this terrestrial anomaly was deliberately created by the will of heaven and earth to exterminate us five spirits.

Because of this thought, Ānjí'ěr got off the convoy before it entered Wind Flower Palace, then sprinted all the way into the western district of the slums and entered the Stripe Group's bar.

This time, the place where Chǔ Xiāo appeared had a stone wall; the wall had no openings of any sort, being extremely steep and smooth.

"Well then, Michael, Director Huang, and everyone else, where do you intend to place the model? My time is limited, and your demands for the model's production schedule are also quite urgent!" Qiáosītōng impatiently interrupted the conversation between Zhōu Yù and Huáng Jīng.

Like a venomous snake bursting from its hole, Zhǎnzhǎn Hóu brandished his blade, pulling out a clattering sound that instantly filled the air. Meanwhile, Ānjéluósī did not dodge or evade, relying on the hardened hide of the young beast to withstand Zhǎnzhǎn Hóu's attack, shooting out from the middle like a meteorite.

Chǔ Xiāo gazed at the massive stele; his heart stirred, he waved his hand, and an Eight-grade Holy Lotus flew out, sinking into the stele. Instantly, several mysterious characters appeared—Divine Thunder Hall.

Dīngxiāng Nī, clinging to Zhāng Zìqiáng's back, quickly regained her vigor, occasionally trading barbs with him while secretly observing whether he was tired. Seeing that Zhāng Zìqiáng and Fèidálín could go two months without even catching their breath, with one hand supporting her as if she weighed nothing, she couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

After Lù Yù left, Liú Hā's face darkened as he gathered his people, then gave a few instructions before following them into the Overflowing Fragrance Pavilion.