Chapter 471: Half a Paper, A Dead End

The interview proceeded very quickly.

A rectangular wooden table stood in the classroom, where Zheng Fa, Zhang Shijie, and Xiao Yuying sat behind it, organizing the interview materials of the previous disciples.

"Junior Brother, do you have a disciple in mind?"

Zhang Shijie suddenly asked.

Xiao Yuying beside her also looked over, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Zheng Fa flipped through the dozen or so disciple resumes in his hand, thought briefly, and stated frankly: "Mu Qingyan."

"Why?"

Yu Jin didn't even give her a good expression, hung up the phone directly, but did not block her contact.

"Alright!" Yang Chao hurriedly moved the items on the table aside; usually they went to the cafeteria to eat, but sometimes they ordered takeout and ate right in the office.

Xie Wuyi, who always prided herself on her quick wit, never realized that from start to finish, everything had been Xiao Wei's plan.

Liu Ji didn't care about them at all; as long as he could get on the boat, his private stash of money still had hope.

Not an extra word, not a single piece of nonsense; even when receiving what seemed like praise, he showed not a trace of emotion.

Perhaps his gaze was too cold, for someone hastily retracted his toothy grin and recounted, in full detail, everything he had learned at that brothel today.

Xie Lin only felt an inexplicable pang in his heart; reminded by Xie Qiong, he looked again at the sand table, his eyes darkening slightly.

Ye Xiao bit her thin lip, watching helplessly as Ye Ling vanished from her sight, gradually disappearing beyond the range of her spiritual sense.

Xie Wuyi didn't think much of it; she had seen plenty of men. Yet when her hand rested beside that glaring bloodstain on Xiao Wei's chest, Xie Wuyi's gaze still flickered uncontrollably.

But as I kept jumping, another question sprang into my mind: if the Return to Ruins is right before my eyes, then what of that immortal island located within the Return to Ruins?

She met his gaze; at this moment, she did not beg for mercy, but only struggled fiercely to break free from his grip.

"What is rebellion? As the saying goes, 'The victor becomes king, the vanquished becomes bandit!' In this world, there is no such thing as rebellion, only success and failure; only the successful are eternally celebrated." Murong Ba sneered, then drew the sword from his waist and charged forward to stab at Luo Yunfan.

Some cursed Wang Rui; after all, they were all insiders, and it was common knowledge that Wang Rui had also auditioned but failed to secure the male lead role.

Qin Yan returned from outside after handling matters for Brother Fu; as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the stool Shen Wan had thrown rolled to his feet.

Seeing them all still staring at her unblinkingly, black lines instantly appeared on Xia Yimo's forehead.

"A monarch's word is final; do you think I should change my mind just because of the Crown Prince's rudeness? Do you take me for a straw-bag emperor?" For so many years, Murong Sheng felt for the first time that although he was the ruler of Western Yan, he possessed not a shred of autonomy.

Qiao Ruan took it out curiously and saw a strange name displayed on the communication jade, with that very name flashing.

Upon entering the Sales Hall, one saw a large bulletin board clearly listing the names and quantities of goods sold on the first and second floors.

In fact, Mother Qian's exact words had been for Shen Wan and the others to leave quickly; since the family had split, they should not shamelessly linger at the Qin residence any longer.

Snatching the phone away, Xia Yuxi paid no heed to anything, turned around, and strode back toward the large bed.

Lin Nuannuan was startled; knowing they were about to arrive, she quickly walked back on light feet, lifted the quilt, and slipped underneath.

Chu Xiangsi glared angrily at Jun Wuji, then grabbed his arm again, trying to drag him up.

In fact, this mission had been assigned by the organization, but before killing, she usually investigated the target's background.

Ruan Meng paused for a moment, then involuntarily lowered her eyes; sea waves stirred by the wind brushed against her eyes, wetting her lashes, and she seemed to see a sailboat coming against the wind amidst the ocean's furious surges.