Chapter 707: Those Skilled in Water Drown in It

The killings in the harsh winter of Chang'an, those who have left naturally do not pay attention; they yearn for spring.

Spring is the beginning of hope, also a world of vigorous life where all things compete to flourish. Yet, in these people's hearts, Chang'an will never have spring; the future spring lies in Taiyuan!

Time has slipped by more than a month, and it is already the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Around the Jinci to the northwest of Taiyuan City, pink‑white petals drift with the wind, falling onto the blue‑stone slab paving.

Clear the twelve items I possess, one per day; after twelve days, reverse the layer of the lucky pearl again.

"Master, if we first see which VIP seat they sit in, we can follow the trail and uncover their identities," Liu Hua said respectfully.

"Hey, what are you all saying, so lively!" Li Jiayu's voice suddenly sounded; the crowd turned and indeed saw Li Jiayu just push the door and enter the private room.

Everything is false, so it's not a debate over which action is real and which is fake. Rather, it reveals that we cannot even admit what is false—such as money, or familial affection.

Mo Liming frequents this place and is already very familiar with its surroundings, so he simply doesn't care.

Mo Yuqi has already endured a thunder calamity and is accustomed to it; moreover, this time she had Li Zhiqiang's "protection," so Mo Yuqi was not killed outright by the thunder, but her life flame has become extremely dim.

Lie Fu does not yet have the right to know; only when he inherits the dukedom and controls vast territories will he learn many secrets he previously did not know.

Who would have thought they would become bolder and bolder, almost lawless, even capable of doing something like this.

Ye Tian leads a group of outer‑door disciples of Heaven Gate, storms Heaven Mountain to seek justice, and during this process Heaven Gate repeatedly suffers setbacks.

"I can just pull out something and it's worth more than this, believe it or not?" Shi Tou Da said flamboyantly.

Mu Yuxin looked up at Ren Huang, a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, making it clear she didn't believe Ren Huang's words.

Those milky‑white lights, carrying specks of glimmer, gradually carved out a pure circular area within the violet‑black mist. Though the glow appeared somewhat dim and yellowish, it still cleared the minds of Roy and the others a bit.

Shangguan Zihao's combos flowed like drifting clouds and running water; each sword strike followed the next, and the audience could only see his afterimage. Mo Nan could not break his techniques and could only defend passively.

At the end, a roar filled with pain grew unusually low and finally burst from his throat; clutching the ghost‑shark sky‑crocodile bone spear in both hands, he thrust it fiercely at the massive lightning bolt before him, forcing the terrifying bolt to split open a crack.

To supply fresh blood to the Party and forge new vitality, the work of the Communist Youth League must be secured; this is an important Party‑branch task conceived and undertaken by Sun Naizheng. He was delighted that so many league members came today; he intends to build here a model learning village like Dazhai.

Moreover, Zhao Yu could see that the young man's strength before him already far surpassed his own.

The Provincial Governor, the Minister of Administration, the Governor‑General, Zhu Wuya, Gui Dongyang, in short all the bigwigs of Guangxi, come here every few days to dine and discuss major decisions.

But the incident has already occurred; Lord Qinghe, though extremely angry, has no recourse and can only blame everything on Huang Pu, berating Huang Pu's actions incessantly.

"If there's no misunderstanding, why can't I see the Prime Minister?" Ming Xuan pressed on relentlessly, demanding to see Prime Minister Bai.

If he doesn't act immediately, some will think he cannot act; whether to act or not will naturally be decided once Dong Xia can fully control the situation.

She is now the master of this jiao, and hasn't even properly enslaved it; how could she watch it be killed by Shen Qinghong with open eyes?