Chapter 1109

The Grand Secretary had no wish to say more, but remembering their teacher-student bond—even if not a direct disciple—he sighed faintly:

"You are the Supervisor; someday you may become Grand Secretary."

The middle-aged cultivator, as Supervisor, quickly bowed his hands: "I dare not."

The Grand Secretary cast him a cool glance and continued:

"The higher the position you occupy, the greater the vision you must possess. Only with great vision can you stand high, see far, and know where to go. Without it,

A soft, exquisite face surfaced before his eyes—not stunningly beautiful, but solitary and transcendent, utterly pure and clean.

Lin Hai Company's status in Jiangning is unrivaled. If Lin Hai joins, and other companies, watching Lin Hai's move, follow suit, it won't just raise the difficulty of competition. What if it disrupts the route planning? Won't Ning Zhiyuan's two hundred million investment go down the drain?

"That's just like her style." As always, Chen Wei admired Yang Huilan's ability to squander.

As she spoke, Rebecca glanced sideways at an open backpack, where a corner of a fire magic scroll, already crumpled, peeked out.

"Enough. Just do as I say—it's only a message to pass along. Is that really so hard?" Chen Wei interrupted.

"You really intend to keep stubbornly clinging to your folly?" The knight's tone grew increasingly furious.

"They came to me seeking cooperation—together eliminate all members of the Lust Sect on the wall," Fang Guo'an replied.

She slowly opened her eyes, seated on a soft couch, her clothing pulled down from her shoulders, her pale shoulders burning with sharp pain.

Xin'er was startled by the shout, half-lidded eyes struggling to rise from the ground, when suddenly she saw Ma Dian transform into a stream of blue wind rushing toward her.

It was not a low-toxicity mushroom like the Green Worm Fungus, but a red mushroom marked with white blotches shaped like skulls—the Snake Tooth Mushroom.

All the standing corpses collapsed to the ground. When the crowd looked closer, they realized every head had been severed, rolling on the earth, blood gushing like springs from their neck stumps—dead beyond any doubt.

Damn, I truly underestimated Chen Ya's dependence on alcohol—she's developed a craving. I suspect she'd feel miserable without it. After holding back for days, she resorted to a beauty ploy to coax me into letting her sneak drinks.

He could tell: though this man's vital energy was robust, he was at most a Heavenly Immortal at the peak—hardly even a Semi-Sage! This man could not be the so-called Black Emperor.

Lin Yueling was warm and kind, but once she made a decision, she would never change it.

"What right do you have to compare yourself with me?" The Ancient Master of Qingyun narrowed his eyes, his expression utterly haughty.

Between the battle flags erupted waves of force like dark winds—this dark wind power shattered all resistance, leveling the ground, sweeping away a vast number of disciples, then crashing directly onto Yuanrang and the others.

This sucker was far too easy to fool. These four items cost me only seventeen thousand, because my family runs a carving workshop—we're quite famous on Jade Street.

"I am Duan Yu. Brother, I offer my greetings!" The handsome man smiled again, intoxicatingly, and bowed his fists.

Yun Yurou was startled. She truly didn't understand why Wang Mu was regarded so heavily by her father—even by Yuyang Sect's Tianji Zi. To Yun Yurou, he was merely an outsider from outside Dongzhou, someone with no known background whatsoever.

Yang Ling swore she had never in her life begged so humbly—but for Jin Tian Yi, she did it. Dr. Cao knew Yang Ling well; he reached out, gently patting her shoulder. Yang Ling tapped his handback in response.

"During the great battle back then, the Emperor Spirit of this sword was likely slain, but the Emperor Artifact's material endured. With Wu'er already residing within it, and now having absorbed the power of Mangtian Bone Demon, the sword has regained at least two-tenths of its strength." Qi Xuan Yi gripped the sword, leapt into the air, his figure like wind, landing directly on the opposite shore.