Chapter 63: What

Zhou Yang really has gone into seclusion.

And…

He’s sealed himself off completely.

Since August 10, his phone has been completely powered off, and [Xuanshi Entertainment]’s office is tightly shut, the rooms empty and deserted…

Zhang Muxue, owner of [Feihe Cinema], knows nothing except that this group went off to make a movie.

It’s as if he vanished overnight from public view, cutting all ties with everyone.

Only Mary, Ceci, Yuli, and 2B remain in the room; with them watching, Lin Ai doesn’t feel too embarrassed.

Her figure, reflected in everyone’s eyes, now carries an air of mystery. No one knows what this bloodline power of Yue Lan Yun truly is.

The howling black smoke and poison gas froze solid ten meters from Ye Tian and fell to the ground.

Perhaps it was precisely this isolated serenity and purity that made Li Fangcheng feel his work-related stress dissolve each time he faced her.

That day, Ye Tian emerged from his spiritual space and continued absorbing chaotic energy within the great black hole.

“Huh? What’s that?” Suddenly, Ye Tian spotted an object glowing with a faint golden light within the tornado.

Inside the private room, drunk Guan Tong excused himself, opened the door, and walked into the restroom to urinate; seeing Shao Jie and the others dragging chairs out into the hallway, he shook his head and sighed as he walked over. Meanwhile, Wei San in the opposite room spotted Guan Tong and immediately stood up, bowing and waving enthusiastically.

Qiu’er dared not resist and obediently sat on the oversized chair, her eyes like water as she gazed at Ye Zhong.

Yet Xue Lingyuan’s beautiful eyes remained utterly calm, her gaze restrained, showing no sign of being moved.

The worst part is, Zhang Gaoshi cannot admit it; right now, Zhang Gaoshi wants to cry but has no tears, and he harbors deep resentment toward Ye Zhong—why did you bring up the Three Agricultural Policies anyway? Isn’t being a merchant good enough for you?

Everyone around also felt it was auspicious for Da Yang to grab these two items, since the table held abacuses, silver boxes, and similar things; as Da Yang is the heir, naturally, grabbing the seal and the sword inspires greater hope. Thus, all present praised Da Yang for his choice.

Logically, it was time to formally propose the marriage, but after the incident with the lost talisman, no one had the heart for it.

“If all goes well, I shall return to serve His Highness at the evening banquet.” Xie Mao, lowering himself in deference, adopted an even humbler posture than Yi Feishi.

Elder Fu has already performed several rituals for blessing and disaster relief, praying to Heaven, to the Holy Monarch, and to all celestial deities for good fortune—yet nothing improved.

Xie Mao took his mission seriously, earnestly seeking those who might feel profound gratitude toward him and willingly die for him.

Originally, I intended to sit inside the pavilion for a while, but my remaining time is scarce, so I didn’t waste it here.

Then, I seized Lu Li’s arm and yanked it back sharply, sending him toppling over.

“Let go of me!” She was both embarrassed and frantic—after all, this was in a car; how could he act so recklessly?

He actually did know a bit about this matter; though he ran a money exchange shop and had no direct ties to the weavers, they were all merchants and members of the Suzhou Merchants’ Guild.

At the time, I was convinced I wasn’t sick, so I secretly spat out every pill the director prescribed.

Chen Shan also sensed something strange—how had all his fine sand been sucked into this girl’s body?

Yun Xiao had never been here in his past life; the scenes he witnessed along the way today genuinely stirred some emotion in him.

Ye Feng crouched before a prone pirate, gently tapping his face with the dagger in his hand.

Yet every move he made was manipulated; what was once shallow intent has now become deadly—fitting retribution indeed.

It’s said that Wu Hou is a watershed; once one enters the Wu Hou realm, one ascends to another level.