Chapter 164: Evidence, Evidence!

After dinner, Fang Qingye joined the others for a sauna at a luxury nightclub, accompanied by Sun Peng, then went singing and didn’t return to the hotel until past ten at night.

Just back in his room, Fang Qingye had taken off his coat and put on a tank top and shorts when he heard someone knock.

He opened the door and found it was Wang Chenyang, so he frowned and said:

“Wang Chenyang, you just handed the materials to Director Xue today—there can’t possibly be any news yet.”

“Don’t be nervous. I have questions for you. If you satisfy me, I guarantee you’ll enter the palace.” Ouyang Mu said.

“Alright then, thank you, Director Wang,” Chu Yuexi politely bid farewell to Wang Gang and the crew, then returned to the company with a nervous heart.

As this aura erupted, the black, scabby layer covering Yang Aotian’s body shattered and scattered, revealing skin as white and smooth as sheep-fat jade.

But there was no better option—Lin Lu had just led the two inside and turned on the lights when Yang Xiaoting let out a mocking, mischievous laugh.

“Goodbye,” Xu Wen said, his voice hoarse and low. He quickly turned away, turned on the faucet to wash his hands clean, and fled out of the kitchen.

At this moment, Yi Tianqiang was already drenched in cold sweat, trembling all over, unable to muster even a shred of resistance.

She truly didn’t understand why this waste had such incredible luck—casually hooking up with a man turned out to be the Crown Prince.

“Come on, Dad, let me introduce you! This is Bing Xia, a member of my mercenary team!” Mo Liu pointed to Bing Xia.

After a simple roast sealed in the meat’s spiritual energy, they stored it in their space ring, completing the preparation. Jiang Yuan and Xu Fei had been waiting outside, sniffing the aroma, and when Chen Zi Yi brought out the dish, they followed in to help serve.

He sensed an extremely powerful “wave” rising from the ground, spreading widely and shaking the earth and stone deep beneath.

“My original disciple probably found it troublesome and had Jiang Shi replace him,” Qing Lan said of Jiang Shi, his tone utterly calm, though a flicker of something unusual passed through his eyes.

Nie Liuyun appeared in his usual lazy, carefree manner, but Feng Junkuo and the others found him impossible to read, and began to waver.

The next instant, Su Qi nearly sprinted onto the dueling arena and pinched a needle into Feng Di’s shoulder.

Ding Haibin and Wu Yang heard they were going to feed Su Er with crystal stones; both became interested, wanting to see how Su Er evolved, and followed along.

When Shao Heng asked for wine, Agucha naturally refused—but Gou You and Xuan Ying both struck at once, snatching it from him and handing it to Shao Heng.

In its mist-like, gaseous state, spiritual energy, when stirred by the Yuan Shen in “Weiru” state, gathered steadily and systematically, gradually transforming from gas to liquid; vast clouds of misty spiritual energy coalesced into countless droplets of spiritual water.

“Alright, I know I can’t fool you. As long as they behave and stay put, I won’t harm them. But… if they ever treated you badly back then, I won’t hold back.” Yue Xi probed with implied meaning.

But after only a few steps, the man slowly collapsed, foam spilling from his mouth, his hazy eyes filled with pain as he stared at Long Jianfei striding forward.

The two had mastered the Bailing Sword Art’s techniques thoroughly, each move executed with precision—but they still couldn’t integrate them fully, able only to perform single moves or paired forms.

He had already informed the school in advance, so Zhang Donghai had a reserved table at the second-floor cafeteria.

Shangguan Yun was completely restrained, unarmed, while his opponent held a peerless divine sword. He roared and lunged forward with his bare palms, determined to die alongside Jin Wancheng.

A cold gust rushed through the door; Feng Yun broke out in goosebumps. A sense of unease tightened her chest, making her deeply uncomfortable.