Chapter 2016: The Consensus on Reform in the Immortal Sects

"Zhu Que Star Domain?"

"Senior, could you elaborate?"

Jiang Ding's expression sharpened.

One could say that within the Fallen Immortal Realm, he was invincible; even if a true Immortal descended with a host of Dao Disciples and Dao Soldiers, he would be overjoyed. If he could not win, he would die; it was reasonable and proper, with nothing amiss.

But if he exposed himself from the start, with multiple Supreme Ones sealing off the Fallen Immortal Realm, it would cut off his possibility of controlling this star domain right from the beginning.

Perhaps a thorough

Although in this battle, with cultivation as shallow as hers, she could only perform auxiliary work in the background, hearing Zhao Jincheng ask such shameless questions made her unable to hold back and speak up to draw the focus.

Yet Xie Maosen's tone carried a distinct flavor of "I am informing you," as if telling Zhou Ziyuan that he had come to issue him an "order" rather than to negotiate.

Especially when they first encountered the 'Feathered Serpent God,' the spellcasters of the Arcane Council debated for a long time whether it should be classified among the Aberrant Dragons.

When they reached the 70th floor, the backup power restored itself; the light stabilized people's emotions somewhat. Beyond the 70th floor, the building's sprinkler system could function normally, and everyone scrambled to continue climbing upward.

Christine and Jin Wenxi had never seen Xie Yeyu kill a deer, nor did they know how formidable a deer could be, but seeing that even a chicken in this world possessed such power, let alone a deer, it was absolutely far more formidable than the Demon Chicken.

"Shut up!" Zhao Lingbo slashed out a water blade again, but this time it was directly blocked by the White Sword's true form.

Li Desheng still thought Zhou Ziyuan would continue to personally assign personnel to check him; he never expected Zhou Ziyuan to let him personally select the staff. This was a larger cake that Zhou Ziyuan was handing to him, Li Desheng.

Su Han hesitated for a moment, her mind turning, realizing she clearly could not appear in this matter, so she said, "Teacher Ren, then do me a favor: go find Director Gao and get Mother's phone number?"

He—those words sounded so ambiguous, so alluring, making her cheeks and ears begin to burn. She pulled the quilt higher, covering her head; she had an ostrich mentality, shutting herself inside a snail shell.

At a single command, the Ma Ghost Gang members gripped their swords and blades, brows furrowed and eyes glaring, as they rapidly approached the two.

Currently, the fruit wine brewing that Big Boss Qin Liufu values most is also under construction for its hardware facilities, and it is expected to be put into use around March.

Just as Wan Feng prepared to return and report to Su Nianjin, Wan Feng saw another ragged man escape from the Heavenly Prison.

Su Nianjin, with tear-filled eyes and a pitiful appearance, gazed at Crown Prince, as if she had been bullied by the Crown Prince.

"That is the fate between Your Majesty and this concubine." Bai Mingnuan's figure trembled slightly from nervousness, her voice striving to remain steady.

Her anger, having reached its limit, suddenly turned to grievance; an opening meant to discuss the matter at hand became a recounting of old scores.

Hearing the familiar voice, Tuan Tuan finally raised its head; in its large, round horse eyes reflected Qin Baishui's smiling face. It let out a soft whinny, as if saying it missed her.

Upon approaching and asking, they learned that Mr. Sheng intended to demolish the villa and rebuild it, so he had hired an engineer to inspect it.

Lin Feifei picked up a piece of abalone with her chopsticks and tossed it into Yang Ying's bowl; that piece of abalone had been licked by Lin Feiyi's tongue, seemingly implying to Yang Ying that you poor ghost only deserve to eat what I leave behind, what I have licked.

The artist clutched below his ribs; that obviously emaciated face showed embarrassment as he awkwardly accepted the pickled fish, ignoring the cold juices, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Since returning from Sparta, Ren Si's hearing had improved greatly compared to before; she clearly heard the conversation between Alexander and Nearchus.

Wang Juan and the others were very calm regarding Zhang Mingliang's arrival because they had long grown accustomed to it, so they continued doing whatever they were doing; after all, they were too familiar with Zhang Mingliang, having lived together for several years. Although not family, they got along almost like family.